I, too, am heir to blunder.
Likened to the Graceful stallion...

Showered sacrament,
By the grace of His hand...

Sequestered beneath the vortex is my mind
The mass of emotion, the knowing of you...

And we shall not rave to the infidels,
Let us become calm as they diverge...

Suddenly I have lost you
Your disposition shifting like the hands of time...

We too, are literate,
We pose our-self by candlelight...

The lover is never too far from freedom,
Unshackled rendezvous' to destinations of pure...

In the twilight of tranquility,
You may hear his tune...