dearest, of now

before you,
my love.
life would whither away...

to each passing hour,
to each passing day,
to each passing sunset.

but now, my dear,
my only,
my precious.

now,
i no longer linger for such wonderful
a God's performance.

for after espying your beauty and grace,
nothing grand,
in all heaven's plans...

compare.

dying lover

in winter,
you're beautiful at seventeen thirty,
but you're brilliant at seventeen forty five.

alas. it's eighteen...

U.M.I.D.

under my ivory dome...
a thousand hearts march against a wolf god.

under my ivory dome...
a thousand hearts march for you.