Seething at the core of time,
Loving the ample spaces of eternity
my soul stands naked in a courtyard,
yawning,
destiny and fate
meaningless to the hysterical cries of yesteryear
the corrupt symbols of love begin their seige
fort pride,
where have you gone youthful days?
where has the days of forgotten boy play
playing yellow swords in the woods
laughing,
for now my heart belongs to two
an emotion and a mind
distant spectrums of man
forged with inevitable grief
waiting,
for the heart to stop beating
the mind to stop thinking
the soul to start living