Quest of life.

[cryptomancer]

Silken tops of misting cloud

Upon my soul cresting,

For it flies in the dark of space,

Amid the stars of ancient,

And the songs of creation.

 

Sing for the beauty that lives

In the souls of mortals,

For they possess the gift

Of knowing and love

And in their folly ignore it.

 

So I send my soul freely

Seeking the truth.

Of love and of beauty,

Of life and rebirth.

 

Finding it in the arms

Of one that I know.

Knowing it in her eyes,

The colour of my sky,

The depth of heavens unknown.

[cryptomancer]

Cutting of the Heart

 

Tonight I cry the grief of my torn heart,

The depth of empty longings,

Seeping through the cuts of love’s blade.

All I have I give freely but lose myself to the wind.

All I am I trace to the depths of my being

Losing sight of my heart as it is broken in two.

Drowning in the storms of dreamlessness,

I find nothing but the pain of my failings,

Just the emptiness of my own soul,

Looking to the joys I should have,

That cuts me with that single edged weapon,

The pain I cannot escape,

The wound that never heals,

Through my choice to love,

My choice to hold the shards of my soul,

Shattered by the choices I made.

I never cry out, emotions never escape.

But my soul lies in shadow,

For the love I seek

I can touch, but never embrace.