Beneath Things of Steel By (Mimi M. Meyer)
Do not change...
How would I consume fruit
From these unfamiliar trees?
How would I recognize that branch
That always embarks me from the distance?
Would it be strong enough to hold me...
Without breaking?
Ode to your simple heart,
That emblazoned blood red orbit
Fiery and gazing;
Falling inward beneath your shore...
Steadfast, without even a single blink.
And what would substitute your waters?
What would make up of this lyrical streamline
That I so love and adore?
The only gravel of sand that I would allow...
To let me sink.
My love,
Do not bury of me
Beneath things of steel.
Those cold thoughtless things
That only know how to cut.
I know your soul wants to mirror,
But remember that I love you...
In you I know myself.
Please do not forget,
Do I mean more to you in your pain
Or in that thoughtless silver hour? ...
Ode to your simple heart
That blood red orbit; emblazoned and golden
I see myself within you; fiery and gazing.
Both of us falling inward beneath your shore...
Steadfast, without even a single blink.
poem by Mimi Mata
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