Setting Stones Forever Gone
Patience we try then we have none.
Setting Stones facing the next rising sun.
Gathering moments death casts its foul stench,
No rest eternal, give not a mile nor an inch.
Ageless creatures floating in a bottle cast to sea,
Faulty visions a landmark of time a time to be.
Make me a love story a stunning vision in white,
A kiss blown from lips oh perchance a starry night.
Breathe me an ocean whisper softly in the wind,
Ride the waves touch me love me again.
It is in the eyes, everything is you know,
The visions come, the ones that haunt the soul.
Think what you will of these eyes that can see,
Temptation beware. Go away. Leave me be.
Arms that can hold, a look with passions play,
Tears unshed though they need release. No. Go away.
© Cynthia Clark