CJ+Strong


 * //Once a Lighthouse//**

She was nothing I had seen before this

mentioning mellifluous behavior

But only her mordant talk could entice

There is only lunar insomnia

Which causes this lassitude state of mind

Her lilt shines through her timid penumbra

We dovetail while soaring and speaking through

A pinnace from your evanescent shore

I may always trust the constellations

To guide imbrications back to you, me,

We will never languor because of our

Scintilla, juxtaposed thoughts are vital

Viewing your faith in us is ethereal

But I will never halt if you decide to

Become lissome once more, I will be here.

//**Dawn**//

Welcoming the dew to the ripened pastures

Fleeing the nocturnal creatures back to their interior

The chirping fades as the exhaust floods

The nature vanishes in a sudden refreshing of the iris

The blindness of Technicolor guides but never relies

Non-fictional figures immerge from the transparent fog

New tales are told from tails

A renewing redundancy


 * //All my soul//**

The inexhaustible enjoy of your misery.

You’re worth, my soul; you know, that is your evil, you helping you.

Or perhaps ventured, and whose tricks I did discover himself in his power,

Will his sentence never condemn him?

Magnanimous as well, our soul, but for which no cases is your exalted, is that a kiss then you lied prostrate.

Me and my misery on a clear day in summer.

When every aspect discovers high places in all its torture.

Nothing is hidden, everything and near where the eye or thought leads me.

Sad but it’s my journey.

And everything in it, until the shadow and light.