Heat Waves

This is a love poem written in Early Modern English

Thou art the mystifying light,

from the staggering sun,

that devours thee in thy waves.

When bright fades down,

under the blending color mixed sky;

thine eyes adjust to the blackening induced either

towering astronomically above thy bodies combined.

Unspeakable ambiance held shocking despair.

Dread fills the abundant air.

Our heavens dast weep.

Where art thou angels?

Thy ears reverberate and ring,

hearing they raptures’ screams.

Thou wilt undergo abysmal ail.

Imprisoned

inside her narcolepsy;

that leaves ye leached inside a virulent sleep.

Paralysis shalt emerge; drovesting into her essence. 

Thou hath her psyche

withered down to ink blot specks;

with contrast melting a daze of black,

consisting of thy apprehending concerns;

forming a maze she must shake.

Nevertheless, I wilt still stand near thouest bed side,

With thine instrument humming.

Gentle;

So restfully calm,

How thou dost adore to serenade thy lovers mind;

that arises and embarks on a revolve, 

Turning her worries into a nil so small,

while I speak though lullabies

and bathe thine dearest mourning cries.

Thou doth wish ye good faith;

As humanity eases

from its endless rage

Thou knowest exactly the method

And by what means

soothes the soil beneath her feet.

Thou wilt

Read

Read

Read

Thy baby to sleep.

Author's Note

Please leave any comments of your opinion, or critique this piece.

Thanks,
Cole. :D

Reviews

[Laminators Dubai]

its everything in one for me....enjoyed it really...thanks for sharing...^^