ESSENCE

© RYAN GUILEY

Essence is the finest,

When you seek kindness,

Those who subject terms,

We never will learn.

 

A line is drawn towards,

Of the statue of the horns,

Granted is the people alike,

Of our human own psyche.

 

Tangled are the hopes,

But believe, to the rope,

Enchanted is the voice,

That supports your joist.

 

Travel speeds the heart,

To be broken apart,

That shall be put forth,

To repair life’s own course.

 

A seed comes from life,

Denise is my pretty wife,

Her bouquet is the same part,

Resting on the younger family heart.

 

A boutonniere is part of the seed,

Where I could feel her own need,

A reflection encompasses him,

To see her surpass the trim.

 

Awaken, I have seen the cruelness,

Awaken, I have seen your eyelids,

I have seen the light shine in,

As I recognized the girl with hair pins.

 

A bottle can hold water,

But faith is from the father,

Who marks his territory,

To walk with their glory.

 

Those who don’t accept,

Will be lost to be slept,

Of a journey of dryness,

Who they be nothing less.