Sunlit fields neighbor mine,
Dancing flowers and painted wings.
Living in the land of the divine,
Warm rays fall, a chime rings
Im in my field where the sunshine,
Is eclipsed by my storm, my king.
He reigns over my gates of nine,
Where threads break as sirens sing.
Warm hands reach for fruit of the vine,
Red lips sip the water of a spring.
Cold hands stretch a taut, thin line,
Blue lips tighten in quiet suffering.
Eyes close as tongues savor wine,
Hands wind, embrace, and swing.
Eyes close as scissors sever twine,
Hands lose grip, moments fleeting.
My beloved, cherished friend, youve arrived at last,
In the fields beside mine, as I pay for my past.














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