See My Reflections in Your Golden Irises
To Create order from chaos,
To create life from dying stars,
To heal the world,
To mend the times.
To seed the barren world,
To give meaning to the dark cold universe.
A silent communion beyond time,
Transcend mortal coil blend our souls together.
In this final moment beyond fetishes of the flesh,
The filthy dreams of a holistic physique,
The mending of our common memories,
Beyond our time traveled alone on this kingdom,
To restitute the final reunion in time,
So your hands can hold my heart like always it meant,
As you gaze into your reflections in my eyes,
Your love, your preservation, and yourself, are mine.
As I see your face again in dusk lights,
The yellow tint on your sclera blends with your blonde iris,
The floating patterns in your iris tell a story,
Will you see me again, in another time, beyond this prison.
As out hearts bounded by their familiar responsibilities,
Only in the dream world, through the phantom pains of a fallen angel,
As we fall from the infinite heights in our dream,
As our consci…
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