Beyond Mortal Life

He was always tender 

Like Waters burst in glitters fitter

Sweet as waves 

Taken for granted in staves of brave craves

He thought himself a curse yearning for filter.

I wonder what Rain felt in its course through his kilter

While he wiped his eyes with its trickle of quilter

Precious days every fair paved laves 

Life felt perfect in his palms as naves 

Till it woke to romantic vibes and slept to classic lullabies of silver.

He was always soft as a classical empathic builder 

an endangered soul in hands of mortal genders altering the altar

He found no home for his heart not ave for his clave 

His faith felt Heaven’s warmth alone in his cleaves

This was not enough for his world’s melter.

He was not enough for the world’s chives

Earth’s mortal deception crushed his hope with knaves 

His prayer perpetually evaporated with vigor in a pitcher

He doubted their germination as starved alder in mortal fitter

In depth of pain and love he waited for paves. 

His fears coursed through the waters finger by finger

Iconic songs of his beauty sang themselves to chords of pillar

Within Sand’s sleeves his grief cleaved

Till music was made to stride gallantly in their beats and heaves

Fine eyes and pretty spirits took his call near the giver springer.

Sweetly she sailed on strongest seas to revive his fives

Gradually down warm atmosphere in seven drives

She lingered in his thinker and at his heart’s door during his binger 

Sweetly caressed its soft structure and texture clung to his pinger 

Till he let her in for life beyond mortal love and spinal sheaves.