DistanceA Poem by Tai RyensKeeled over the gravestones of a poet that spoke tales through battalions of pegasi and ice; I pledged my eternities to my religious scriptures diced and diced and diced.
Spoken by reincarnations of bliss were the secluded torture to me and me alone; for the fact you served as a goddess strikes solemnly at my very heart crafted of stone.
I recall the sorrowing tales translated from your foreign tongue; yet I recall none of the malicious hails gifted to the nonexistent whispers of your lungs.
O, love had me by grief's caress with the farthest distance shared by tears; oceans filled with salt we wept, separated by the distance of years.
Psalms crafted by the tip o' your quill whined of men you were never made to bed; and my loneliness persisted still, for only I was who you were to wed.
Haunted by a lover you never knew, haunted by a lover you could never have, with nothing to share but our dark ol' croons of destined hearts never to be nabbed. © 2013 Tai RyensAuthor's Note
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