Baskadia

This is from my collection RENAISSANCE

In your convoy, I seek

In your strength, I dwell

By the righteous peak

Of the saint rebel.

And a glamour of your presence.

Such is love, that it destroys

And adventure so joyful yet torturing

In the wind, I hear responses to the questions I deployed.

In the clouds I see.

In my thoughts, I live.

Safe haven,

How long will you stray from me

And what do all these ruins mean to you?

Affection is a non-concern to you.

The enclosure I seek is not beneath your bosom

Keep those distractions a distance from me.

Push me not to break

And I won't cause a leakage.

Savoring moments have I never

Compelled you to the soul screamers of this world.

Such a disloyal act would obturate heaven.

Safe haven, in you I see my strength.

The faculty of truth is built upon experience

And a great streak of experience

originates from myriad unguided life choices.

My haven, my experience

My safe haven, my life.

In all insubordination of man

Exposing you amongst subsidiary of diminished extinct would be an

applaud to you.

In all bits of fragments of experience,

I must say the world innit is

factory fun, but wicked.

Safe haven.