Secret Streets
Down secret streets, I glide
Down boulevards that twist and turn
Down the lanes of lost imagery
I have seen in vacant rooms
Of awakenings
Of wandering shadows
Your eyes of deep opaque sea
Like dreams unknown unseen
Where a halo of Sons fire burns
around a black hole
full of dark secrets
I see roads deep in the abyss
Strange days of bliss
I would war to heaven via hells
gate for the keys to your soul
I would explore the secret streets of your desire
I will light hearts sacred scarlet fire
I pick your bitter rose
I bleed on its righteous thorns
I want you, no other
But your essence wrapped around another
Deep is my abyss
How can I be blessed
Down secret streets
I fly in grand galleries
Lost images, memory
Vacant rooms full
of your shadow
Old furies
An Aqua season in infinity
Of sun fire haloed in apogee
Black voids I am lost in odd rooms
Unknown unformed
I regress to canyons of solitude
Without you, I alone dwell
in darkrooms of my soul
I see you lingering
Dappled in the flickering lights
from heavens war, a pale figure
Of mechanical thoughts in Melancholy
I wander down secret streets
Lonely roads to nowhere
Full of oblique shadows
Where you may transgress
Your shadow lingers on my soul
Down thy inner realms where no one roams
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