Heat Waves

Thou art the mystifying light,
from the staggering sun,
that devours thee in thy waves.

When bright fades down,
under the blending color mixed sky;
thine eyes adjust to the blackening induced either
towering astronomically above thy bodies combined.

Unspeakable ambiance held shocking despair.
Dread fills the abundant air.
Our heavens dast weep.
Where art thou angels?
Thy ears reverberate and ring,
hearing they raptures’ screams.

Thou wilt undergo abysmal ail.
Imprisoned
inside her narcolepsy;
that leaves ye leached inside a virulent sleep.
Paralysis shalt emerge; drovesting into her essence.

Thou hath her psyche
withered down to ink blot specks;
with contrast melting a daze of black,
consisting of thy apprehending concerns;
forming a maze she must shake.

Nevertheless, I wilt still stand near thouest bed side,
With thine instrument humming.
Gentle;
So restfully calm,
How thou dost adore to serenade thy lovers mind;
that arises and embarks on a revolve,
Turning her worries into a nil so small,
while I speak though lullabies
and bathe thine dearest mourning cries.

Thou doth wish ye good faith;
As humanity eases
from its endless rage
Thou knowest exactly the method
And by what means
soothes the soil beneath her feet.
Thou wilt
Read
Read
Read
Thy baby to sleep.