In cryptic melancholy tones I hear my heart calling for hire. <br />Even martyrs, of the dark ages, sang in the intense fire. <br />I can see the breaking of my seed-dream from green earth. <br />This dead-love was all wrong; it had to die for a new birth. <br /> <br />I’m not sure; has anyone ever dived into a love-seed on fire…? <br />Has there ever been a “divine and enchanting love” of such desire? <br />Dust to dust, ashes to ashes-, every seed must fall inevitably down. <br />Please, isn’t there one who will tell me-, “who turned off the lights? ” <br />Will I ever 'sing and dance again, ' on humanities lost sea in the night? !<br /><br />ArmourQuill Hunter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/every-seed-dream-dies/
