Unbridged Thoughts

The rosy eyes have shades of blue, come again and make me true,

Feel the grip of sliding victory, telling on what lies you told,

Flickering moments of the blossom stopped, the dew arose from the petals above,

One landed directly into my eyes, dried up for long they never cried,

A bloodshot glance for the foreign particle, it trickles around me making me cower,

Blinking flashes push it out, the cheeks feel the freeze as it travels south,

The rose I hold to my nose, no odour seems to come out to sneeze,

The velvet touch so smooth and clear, it sings a sonnet I hold so dear,

The story of my beloved before his death, sitting in dark at his bed I wept,

The last breath that crosses his chest, his limbs fall down for his soul to rest,

Now I am all black I am all old, I have no shoulder to tag or hold,

One needle in the stem cuts me in, the bleeding finger numbs and folds,

I wait for the sun to give me warmth, the birds to sing the trees to shy,

This uneven feeling of being in between, its neither too hot not too cold,

The castle is far to take the journey, the grave is too shallow to hold my body,

Albeit I stand for the passenger to come, pay the leverage to have me hung,

A lost hope of revival, the path of the unknown,

The destiny to insanity the universe called whole.