Cumbersome

The rising of the morning star was enough for you,
Telling tales of misty eyes will part the few,
Arise my inner darkness,
Fallow my highness,
Plucked away before a bud could blossom
Earthen the wares of her prestige bossom

I was made aware by an act of inner God,
My tears lasted for less than a minute,
I stayed quiet and let them pass,
Now the truth is revealed,
I can live at last.

True the summer will come and rejoice,
But we were but flowers on the highest of his hoist,
Dizzy from spinning,
Something is out of time,
The cradle to the grave,
Everlasting quick sand,

Shine once more as you delve into my past,

Now the truth is revealed
I can live at last.