time bells

Words
dripping in moist aqua tears
timeworn throbs of pain
determinately, discarded
spoken this moment
only with pen and ink
you were my beloved
always there with
Moats and walls built sturdy
round my dream castles
living in a lateral ivory desert
parched by the wisdom
of worldly blanched words
watching
as I the tethered dreamer
floated in your cracks of wanting
folding in a form of your reflection
waiting
for the existence of NOW
to move tainted tears
into a new beginning
flowing in the sands of our today
bringing forth all the
promises once denied
by riven vespers
striking unwanted souls
in their genesis
one perfect teardrop bell now
rings in the grid of
creation as two hearts
echo a vibration of forever...