Perfect Chaos

 

 

 

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We are the perfect chaos
You and I
Ours the kind of love that only sun and moon decide
Within your arms I feel safe to confide in faith abiding
Secrets of the ancient river rising

 

Have found a place where I can hide
Behind the very tallest pines
Reflected in your energizing eyes
No finer prize to tantalize remains of mournful guise
Could idolize
Yet, never overemphasize a sight quite so divine

 

For thine is the kingdom
Eternal in wisdom
The realm of the winsome
Infernal dominion

 

We are the perfect chaos
You and I
To live and die
In fight or flight
Reminders of a bygone time
The wounds of past in atrophy
Sincerest form of flattery
Beneath the moonlit canopy
We putrify with majesty

 

Have found a place where I can breathe
Walk barefoot through bridal wreath
Lianas weave to kiss the trees
And whisper of the distant seas
I walk this course with disparate ease
To carouse such antiquities
The whiskey on my lips attests
To destinies we manifest

 

For thine is the power
Inclined to devour
The marrow from bones
And the blood cells from flowers

 

We are the perfect chaos
You and I
I live to die
My blinded eyes
I give to cry
The tears your petals crystallize
Within your arms I feel safe to confide in faith abiding
Secrets of the ancient river rising

 

Have found a place where I can love
With more than love bestows
Profound embrace in kind decay
To which each spray of sweetness owes
That you choose to slumber here
Makes mockery of numbered years
The botany of aeons reawakening in bloom
Monopoly of reasons why I stop and sigh when taking in the view

 

For thine is the glory
Of jutting guts gory
In chaos we reign
Over timeless terrain

 

This kingdom
Eternal in wisdom
Such power
Inclined to devour
The mist of all lives mysteries
Confide the fragile secret of a flower
So many cloudless hours
I roamed these plains
To hear the tulips jubilate
Thine grace abiding name

 

 

 

 

 

Richard Charles Stevens

 

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