I Whimper upon a thorn, for I Long the Immortal Love

I whimper upon a thorn, for I long the immortal love. My
Soul, drenched in thickets. Such effulgence, haunting my
Splintered heart: her beauty, a sacred whetstone. I panic
For her embrace. It’s unto blue-black rain, mizzling the
Soul. Such majesty captured in gestures. Unto wisdom,
Love, an endless cave. Thus I suffer a flickering light.
It’s the cobblestone of blood, a symbolic omen. It’s the motif
Of death, unto tears and sweat. Wherefore, in panic I fell.
 
In the desert she wept, alone and free, pleading with destiny.
Such splendor, the ache of passion. And her soul, seeping
Into my spirit. Thus my palms, flooded with chaos. It’s a
Flaming storm, starlit with scars. It’s the wrath of thoughts,
Inflicting the heart. It’s a mandolin, serenading the future.
Thus I whimper upon a thorn, for I long the immortal love.