Untold-poem

i behold a holy morning within the end of drowning rain it soaks my soul with fervent fire and passions as deep as a minds eternal darkness...the heart flows in the eddies of endless dreams. i will bathe thee in sweet rosewater.. i shall hold thy head and hand above the surface .. is it you whose sparkle lifts this blackened veil? or the ghost in barren waters of glass.. might i drown in your gaze or emerge in flames.. legs of honey and breasts of silk, eyes of mirth and lips of rose.. i rend thy warmth with boldness and drink the sweet passions upon thy breast..to my dreams i beckon to my sorrows i depart betimes.. i behold