Blue Shaped Caviar Poem by KarlRomeo PierreLouis

Hidden, is where and how I kept them
much like my fears and ambitions
I shaped them and formed them to fit in the crevices
of an old memory, solidified and mummified
beneath the dried tears of should it be &
the past hopes and dreams of meant to be
they became to me like the passing night
a vivid fantasy fading to a new day
a new desire complicated and debated to that image
romanced in pages and never told of
just thought of between the lines of sound and space
denied and ghosted below the metaphors
of forever more and Poe's evermore
I give it only time and truth that I define
inside the creativity of an empty mind
and in its distance I find the solace to desire
and fall again and rise to replenish the shine to my
midnight stars and early morning shimmers of her
my eternal sunshine, morning moon, half-asleep lullaby
Good night moon, will I see you soon
dear butterfly, I keep you here because
I need you near and close
enough and so to let you know you are my only....
Hidden, is where I keep them and share them
inside the held hands of lovers
framed and encrypted in the stare I keep only for her
and when it becomes real and revealed
know that then it was fake.....and I just moved it.