the dawn

Cello, like a intrinsic surgery and I'm delving into cells, matter, grey, discoloured
Water drowning ducts of tears, I miss her touch, her caress, the lips we both discovered
Amongst ancient maps, gnarled in yellow tears craving the history
Of a lover,  of why we seperated,  why the realms of tomorrow, dictate the eyes of all we see.

The mighty trunk of an oak that no longer sways amongst the siblings of acorns
The bullies that applied the hate and scorn and the victimisation of shoulders wilted forlorn
Attributes of a thousand years, into a whisper, a way to prove that humanity is a part of you
Never surrender the hope of tomorrow, you have to stand true,amongst a lie of sunrises dew.

And there we accept, the glistening of the silver spiders web.
She will entice you in the midnights blue hurt that you've felt since you realised dread
Even the beautiful of crevasses, features, can exist in a cavern that you thought was a scar
Take a step back my love, remember who and if you become and dance in what we are.

Caterpillar
Time traveller
Change of you will be.
We are not a push over
We are not the victim
We are the spine. The back of going forward
We are the meat against the bones
The insteinc part of marrow
We are the beggining of our yesterdays
We are the dawn of all tomorrows.

And never let the thought become, the meaning of the end
For you will always be my soul.
And why I write my solemn sacred friend.