Author: ZharaBlue

Early in the morning hours I called upon his name.
Immediately fear fled from me,
it was a dark and formless shape.
Later in the daylight hours upon the wind he came.
There were creatures flying round about singing of his praise.
The electricity in the air did seem to touch upon my brain.
The energy of the moment certainly fine tuned my waves.
The trees gently swayed as he whispered in my ear.
It’s springtime, sunshine, fulfillment is near.

You must guard your heart, your most precious commodity.
For out of it breathes your life, but if damaged how deeply you may bleed.
Should such a thing occur then only time would mend.
In the interim you are left vacant, vulnerable, no one can defend.
The lasting mark of a lonely, loveless heart, is one you must hope not to find.
For if you do then woe unto you,
Perhaps in death you may part.

Cut my veins and bleed the life that I so easily give
Breathe my breath and resurrect the one I fear is dead
Spew form you lips sweet words you twist and invade my cryptic head

Cut my veins and bleed the life that I so eagerly give
Read my wit, dispel my kiss and bind me to your grid
Cue my sense disguised as my friend and clip my wings again

Do you know where you’re going
What you’re doing what you give
Do you know where you’re going
What you’re doing where you live

Feed me your pain and bind me with chains yet be free to roam the world
Accuse me of fits cover me in your spit then go off and love your girl
Steel my truth and darken the fruit of wisdom I labored for pearls

Feed me your pain and bind me with chains spill seeds to make your girl
Pin me in twists and make me click then run off into your whirl
Leave me all alone without even a bone with nothing left to hurl

Do you know where you’re going
What you’re doing what you give
Do you know where you’re going
What you’re doing where you live