A tender hand flowing forth from a kinder heart would not go amiss,
But take me not for a love lorne fool – for i crave not a tender kiss,
A subtle look of innocence or formless feelings set adrift,
Thought of upon a sea of twinkling stars that form painful yet minute scars.
I wish to be held,
To fall within you harmlessly felled,
By the light of a sunbeam
Resting calmly upon your questioning brow.
For in a moment the tears of life shall take thee,
To the promise of another land,
Where i can hold the hand,
Of whoever i wish to guide this scar covered man.
Yet here i know i will not find,
Someone to hear my kind,
The fallen poet,
An angel cursed to live within a dreamers time.
I am an author and poet who wishes to share beauty with a world in which i believe has lost sight of the truly important goals. The attainment of perfection through the medium of literature, poetry and art. To attain an understanding of the human form in all of its aspects, good and bad, even the mediocre and seemingly unimportant. I just wish to be remembered as we all do, to live on through the vastness of eternity, even when our body falls by the way side.... we still wish to fight on and that is all we can do as human beings who live an uncertain existence.