Passion Unconditional
My heart sees her,
Through a squall of butterflies.
Staggered by the beauty,
A weary wanderer cries.
Across the neon wasteland,
Desperation becomes form.
Hands cracked with unforgiving,
Reaching …reaching to the storm.
A gale of doubts and fear,
Engulfs the fleeing soul.
The fire is stoked by tragedy,
As blackened anger covers the desired role.
The race is on, the end unclear,
Love no longer at side.
Sparks fly from the anvil of duty,
As it meets the hammer of pride.
A friendship forged long ago,
Stands the test of time.
It does however genuflect,
To the passion that is mine.
Across canyons of misery,
To Angels on high I roar.
I will find you and hold you again,
Or companions nevermore.