Late at night with a heart filled with inspiration, <br />creating your perfect mold with love being his fixation. <br />Freeing his mind, absorbing heavens energy, it consumes him, <br />beginning from the inside your mold he begins to trim. <br />Adding a section from his soul he applies it within, <br />filling your heart, the object of his deepest concentration. <br />Your aura breathtaking, driving his infinite imagination. <br /> <br />Overwelming, his creation overflowing his divine mold. <br />Tears drain from is eyes franticly searching a solution, <br />dripping within your mold the contents they begin to hold. <br />Forming your skin, radiant with brilliant resolution. <br />Releasing you, connecting through your concious, one mind, <br />sent from heaven for the world to marvel at his find <br /> <br />Reinventing love, dreaming of his world long before. <br />Admiring his flawless mold he holds it towards the light, <br />slipping through his fingers it shatters to the floor. <br />With perfection only made once on that special night. <br /> <br />Wesley Hall - 09/20/05<br /><br />Parable Poetry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mold/
