A vision takes worries away of universe,
Is not it, dearest? You spoke of silence.
A man awaits an escape to see himself,
Why not accept, dearest? You write on deaths.
A world seeks embracing of darkness,
Cursed on soul, dearest? You said to come.
Most desired desire failed to embrace itself,
Mark me fraud, dearest?
I accepted the darkness,
And I see you tomorrow morning.©sjwordsmith
Where Beliefs Come | Poem