Do not change... <br />How would I consume fruit <br />From these unfamiliar trees? <br />How would I recognize that branch <br />That always embarks me from the distance? <br />Would it be strong enough to hold me... <br />Without breaking? <br /> <br />Ode to your simple heart, <br />That emblazoned blood red orbit <br />Fiery and gazing; <br />Falling inward beneath your shore... <br />Steadfast, without even a single blink. <br /> <br />And what would substitute your waters? <br />What would make up of this lyrical streamline <br />That I so love and adore? <br />The only gravel of sand that I would allow... <br />To let me sink. <br /> <br />My love, <br />Do not bury of me <br />Beneath things of steel. <br />Those cold thoughtless things <br />That only know how to cut. <br />I know your soul wants to mirror, <br />But remember that I love you... <br />In you I know myself. <br /> <br />Please do not forget, <br />Do I mean more to you in your pain <br />Or in that thoughtless silver hour? ... <br /> <br />Ode to your simple heart <br />That blood red orbit; emblazoned and golden <br />I see myself within you; fiery and gazing. <br />Both of us falling inward beneath your shore... <br />Steadfast, without even a single blink.<br /><br />Mimi Mata<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beneath-things-of-steel-by-mimi-m-meyer/
