Ariadne's Thread

Altar

there can be

too much, sometimes

surrender this time

as infinity melts into you

trying

i wouldn't have a problem with this

if i was given a sign

i wouldn't have a problem this

if you would give me your time

as where would time

into this week or

onto this week or the next

and problems blow up rather in or under

the skies of heaven's ilk, prose and dry

her place weaves fantasies

tasting more than feeling

more like that of a real

like a needed world

silently beaming

full not of amber

but that of reason

holden, not which solid

but more made of concrete kind

only to lay my hands upon this

old statues, etched

true and full of dissolve

through the while

this child now growing

lifting gently

as me into her

higher

with these problems

now boiled to a resolve

songs of faith, my darling one

songs speaking

to a weave world feverishly dancing

songs of devotion my love

songs in devotion now tirelessly chiming

harmony does speak sometimes not

all the while, devoted you must be

to this world of ours

and most importantly, to me

take the time to give

reason into a thought

shield yourself with guidance

words speaking conscience dreaming

as if

telling tales too worry some to live

just release your fists

your tiny hands into mine

pounding walls that you have built

with frustration and the some

old bellied and wind some

echo ending with this speech

and chided here of guilt

give yourself onto me

my child, my love

my holy one, my sweet

speak the day

the night's hidden within me

spells unbroken

so misfortune to a grave

unsightly air

and render you into these arms

slowly, smoothly

pleasing, unharmed

we would no longer have to suffer

given this time

as anger building

while you pour the wine

sacrifice as needed you

would be

come closer to me

this altar do i speak

shed your skin at the door

remove which world can be

anger full of fascination

truth and wisdom

holding tight now

wise ones grasping

at your life's treasure

my love

come with me

strip away hesitation

hang feeling on my shoulder

let the world tower above you

as beneath you it will be

kneeling altar

as climbing still

scaling farther from enemy

bitting

soulless and deceived

a sign within could be chosen

or a word, now spoken

to turn speak into a forgotten dance

that you quietly fly way

and patiently neglect

knavish warning

bold and brash to the worth

you could come to me

run your hands and fingers

soak your arms through my hair

chasing through each others skin

frolicking through

the distant quiescent

unceasing earth

take aback

step away

into the night

into, and within me

rolling daggers

no more to a pierce

or wound your skin

with your words or through mine

end, this with me

your mothers, or my fathers

dead would cause

eating away

at our true time curse

and walk away

with me

as your blood turns red

and we fold into this sea

a day dressed in white

timing is so uncertain

as we find ourselves kneeling

in this place

crafted in wood and bone

now changing

a place were we could vow

to hold each other forever

moved to be

wicked, with this earth

moon, and eclipsed until now

i promise