History Speaketh the Future...

Thrust upon majestic land,
Awaken the day waiteth before thee,
Life shines like shardes of glass, 
Piercing thy reflection on glistening see. 

With baited breath I succombeth angelic air, 
Inhalation of purification, hands shaking, 
Body, inviting desire, I await naked bare, 
Moon unshackled stars above fading. 

This citris taste, these crushed, crisp grapes,
Pages of truth, blendeth from midnight, 
Voices of the skies, souls from the escaped, 
Morning dew, I surrender to succulent life. 

Breast of the sun alights my sheltered tree,
Visions of psychedelia, purity within nature,
Ink drips like blood, life, my feathered plea,
Behold this quill, history speaketh the future. 

 History speaketh my future...