Friday, February 10, 2012

An aeonian hour...


You present me
all the sooth
  at your disposition...
as you have promised
to hold me in your heart
until time ceases..
Honey,
I yielded once..
to the parting game
but certainly I am not ceased.. 
- nor time ..
Yet as fresh
as morning roses..
 in this aeonian hour...
that spirits an ocean
deep and mystic
to engross us
in perfect harmony
and thence by holding your love
I am unto divine..

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