NLNT -> Love (Poem)

Cast to the depths of broken shadows, hollow vessel.
As tomorrow falls, midnight raptures, cold stone and empty hearts.
The constants of constellation cursed star reflected paths.
And there, beneath the dying willow, lay.

Oh chance of dream of thought of truth.
You found me, perched at my demise.
Of pain form love from life from life, a sweet violin, You.

To cast from depths of low, ascending baron deserts of lost and towers built from anguish.
We revel in simplistic skies.
Innocent ideals recaptured.
Love.

{01/05/2010}