You by Jonas Hyde My ain eyes open, Consumed by the darkness of my solitude, Ensnared within the shackles of my love, In a prison of choice. Choice, Weigh my fate on the scales of your tide, The heaven of your love, The hell of your denial. Deny me, And you only deny your...
Renaissance by Jonas Hyde
Posts Tagged ‘ warmth ’
Sleep Watcher
Sleep Watcher by Jonas Hyde Darkened room you lie, through the veil I watch you. Breathing soft and harmonious, I count each swing of your pendulum. Warmth radiates from your soul, blanketing my own cold body. Scent and hair lay soft ‘pon thy pillow, entrap my heart this eve. You sleep whilst I weep,...
Holiday Tears
Holiday Tears by Jonas Hyde Eyes open, as if a rising sun, over a horizon of anguish, of sorrow. “Daughter do not frown, for on this day the family is as one,” he whispers softly. “But father I weep, I cry, not for the moment I have, but for the time when it will...
