I am a vision of steam

in some vacuum seen

as a westerly stream.

It’s a scene so serine.

Of an encampment born

of souls who do mourn.

A little space now torn

for your grace you adorn.

All eyes will hypnotize

you into a sea of lies.

Lest Lucifer connived

and your soul set aside.

It was rescue that calmed

the pain I do embalm.

For the fool, I am gone.

Urging the day move along.

Now tricks now dancing

around truth is advancing,

to midnight moves romancing

a heart for Cupid’s commanding.

I see ferocity and passion

in your slo-mo interactions

with my face such satisfaction

as on your eyes I am relaxing.

So I tumble and I fall

into seasons of solitude tall.

For the journey found me all

I needed to love you in awe.

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