Cusp of forever

On the cusp of forever, the sanctimonious yawn is as haunting as it seems -  like a never ending dawn I build shiny castles in my dreams. Leaning into the void one can see the  plunging chasm of all time marked like a boom gate into eternal questions,...I suppose one of which is me. Casting  all doubt ever known is that multi-faceted prism reflecting darkness back at shadows with alarming candor and dubious intent. So how can one find utopia in this; does it even exist ....or is it just my myth? Something prepared earlier  in readiness for a journey where love is rationed so proportionately, one may believe it is deciduous. Such sweet elixir, so fleeting on the tongue...it dissipates all too readily - and what on Earth has it meant? What oh what can be seen; is it only a glimpse of a fabricated illusion not even the fullness of which is able to blossom and grow,...and how, please tell me how! can one ever truly know? Of all the things I think I know only one I can be sure; love is the anchor, the brace, the truth the only worthy lure. Persecute me if you must, mock and hurt me as well, but I'd rather be slung bleeding upon a cross, than spend my time in hell. I'm not afraid because I love, and I love for that reason too, for the contrast cannot harmoniously remain, when my heart is set on true.

-♥+♥=♥

Angel 26/12/2008