Better Three Hours Too Soon Than a Minute Too Late

Better Three Hours Too Soon Than a Minute Too Late

A Poem by Arcus

When you slept, you felt the wind through your window
Gently caressing you but never staying long
Well maybe that was just a dream for you
But it was a reality for me

As the moon sings a song that carries you on starlight
I'll wish to fly with you so I can feel free
You are the muse of my bliss, sweet perfection
Carry me in your silver transcendence and never let go

Keep my flame burning and guide my hand
Lead me into your temptation where I can bask in your majesty
Hold my spirit high and take my heart
Bring me into your love where I can die tenderly

On this night I have but one wish
To keep you warm in my embrace evermore
So hold me high on moonbeams, dear immaculateness
Sing me the song of endless euphoria
As our everlasting kiss illuminates the world with tranquility

Breathe for me and let me know that you are real

© 2013 Arcus


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Added on May 18, 2013
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Arcus
Arcus

Springfield, MO



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