Tangled masses of brandy wine branches,
With turbidity I smash my through,
Sullied with blood like a war of the clandestine,
I finally find my way to you,
As our gaze locks I see the oceans soft waves in your eyes,
But behind them a morbid blasphemy arises.
You can’t keep your mind from flowing,
As the smile washes from your face,
It’s as if a moral war is still going,
I try to put myself in your place,
Something bad has happened?
Could it be a kidnapping?
My ears open like the damns to a river,
I wait for your words to trickle forward,
They don’t come as I beckon the hither,
So instead you lead me towards,
A lava filled lake,
I can still hear the quakes,
What we had of a house is gone,
But we survived without moving beyond.
Our lives in disarray,
We have nothing left this day.
Time to renew,
As our new lives ensue.
The prickled porcupine of creating a life,
Wearing masks of blood and desperation,
Boldly fighting the beggar of strife,
As we finally turn on the light of incubation.
Can we succeed?
Where will this lead?