Sadness

It is with grief that I find solace in my heart to tell of truth of this sadness that pervades the existence of sorrow that fills with opulence the degradation in my hearts and soul of the disease of the sadness I see in Man.  I desire to see all things that fill me with  greatness and to see the sadness in my heart, but also in the fruitful exploration of all that is united in the desire of man, and in his grief that exists upon the sands of all that is the grain of salt upon this parched land of sadness, I find remorse at the distant nature of the soul and it's magnitude for the Father in Heaven.

I am forever in it's grasp, and the name of it's attributes steals into my alley at night, to break the chains of my grief and to swallow me at the peak of my imprisonment.  I seep into this alley in the morrow of my discontent at the breaking of these chains to divide me deeply into all the channels of  my soul, in which regret holds no recourse.

It is with great value that I see this as worthy and my soul redeems itself in the greatness of the Beloved, and it's ice cold to the touch of a cold winter's calling to the home of my winter fortitude in you, My Lover of Wine.

What is sadness you ask?  It is but a well of sorrow that springs from the valley of youth that journeys toward the unknown in it's value and reflection of certainty, and in it's blinding light of turns that steals all the nature from within it own discourse.  It is with judgement that I find grief within the valley of my heart, and within it, it is intertwined with the love of nature and the love of a raging sea to the discontent at my love for thee, and at the level of the quantity of Man, may it know no boundaries in me.

It is with please that I deliver thee a message of peace and sorrow to say, I love all that is sorrow unmasked in my joy for thee, and at a level of play in the valley of my spring of my desire, I find in joy all that is unmasked in me upon the grief of my journey in thee..

I am in honor and see myself naked upon the worthy youth of the stars, and upon the midnight calling that is the sun in you.  I find my dreams of a quality in you that is forthright, and to journey to you is to call you upon the image of the Father in Heaven, upon the valleys of the rising sea.

Take me, Oh Beloved, and keep me safe and into the softness of your allured beliefs, I will find you and slaughter my own thoughts as you deliver me into the oblivion of your soul magnified in me.  I am yours and in the degree of all sadness that eludes me, I find that love in me divides, and alters the very essence of my core into the sadness that is my yearning for you, over and over again and into the Heaven's, do I ascend.

It is within the moonlight shade that I find sacrifice and the diligent calling of all that I find in grief and the shadow beyond the night, of the price paid in honor of the remorse in you, and in the values of belief upon the satisfaction of tomorrow, I find all that is the imaginable to me upon the calling of a clear blue sky.

It is night now, and to find me whole, is to see me dreaming of a time when all comes calling in the purview of the night armor of my bedside table, calling me home, and I will gladly drink the wine upon your remembrance of me.

In its value for me, may my heart sing with honor and delineate with thee all the bees in the trees, as I lay down with my knees, and pain thee to be, all thy worthiness in your dilution of me.  I am without volume and without quantity in the degree that the love for me escapes my heat beat and the drums of your calling.

In my heart, I ask thee to be, all that thy be in me, and in that calling will thy seek in me, the value of all my quantity.  Let me freefall and find pain in your love, let it be real, and let it seek me in all there's is in me.  Find in me that cost that values not the inside of my requiem for you, but for the falling in love with the Master, and all without volume in my love for thee.

Help me to see the value in me upon the spring of my warming and the cold winter calling of a midsummer night's dream.  At the sight of all that I serve, do I seek thee upon the freedom I lose within thee, or do I post with anger at the unjust and innocent lust that I find within me.  Let us succeed and let the sorrow escape my mind as to the degree that I find remorse and the value of all that need be, let the time erase me, and find the dissolution of grief within me, to dissolve all that I am.

 I am your sorrow, I am your grief, and in my yearning, I find, that I am all that you are in me, as I learn the ways of the Lord at the expense of myself in degrees.  I am filled with grief, and the loneliness fills my joy, and the tale of yesterday follows me home to tell a tale of tomorrow in the context of lore.

I am in grief as we speak and I know tomorrow will come to take me home.  Will it be forever? Or will it be just for the moment of sorrow that you call me to your side?  I am forever lost in your time and I will be forever lost in your shadow, as tomorrow breaks the tide, will I come riding the wave of the future.

I am gone now and we speak of nothing that matters, for all is lost in the dissolving nature of grief and in the sorrow that pervades me, let it shadow my discontent with you.  I am missing you now and I yearn for your love.  May it be for tomorrow, to see you in love.