Stray
enigma hear my whisper.
Tuck
my restless thoughts into bed and let me go on stirring my lemonade.
When
evening strolls i feel you dress,
your
costume is black as midnight yet your eyes still pierce the stark
sky-
even
the moon sees you.
Through
your restless nights, my empty canvas hooks to your side, dragging me
though endless dreams that gamble my refuge.
We
paint from dusk to dawn as you pace restlessly through cobblestone
streets-
worry
no more for the tread that you dance paves innuendos of hope in my
sleepless state;
the
riddles we cast daydream secrets of kings and queens in a unscathed
soul,
while
the ballad you hum so softly is marred as i am spellbound.
When
i wake where are you?
Your
trance has bewitched the essence of my marrow,
give
me shape.
xo.peace.k
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