Rusty is the pen that has been placed upon the page…
…facts have not diminished and time has not aged.
It is a love, a wonder, and a tale forbidden to most.
…One of spectacular glamour and intrigue to host.
Faded is not in the desire, nor framed upon a post…
…Within your arms of pleasure… I have seen many ghost.
And in her eyes revolves endless universes
And shadows of frozen births…
Still within the mountains
Others have tried to clam this earth
So where shall we fly?
Why must it be beyond a sky?
Is it not of which you where born in to be?
Can it not be of simplistic feelings to free?
You tempt me with visions of lust
You offer no freedom
And still, I deeply trust
A plan of a man in a village not known
A smile within a heart, free of burdensome drones
Your kiss never came easy
Nor your touch… ever so soft
Leaving upon the silence
I made it across
Miles of forbidden desires
Years of solidarity in time
Ancient is this wonder
Tempted is this rhyme
This is enough for the beginning
Surely this will have no end
Writing is my energy
Loving ignites my pen
Rusty as any may seem
Youthful in forever dreams
A spirit can forever free
The deepest love in you and me