A Tower Of Mist Poem by Louis Borgo

I could build a house brick by brick take a tower sight feel of light understand desperate
Measure architect it foot to mount liberate it with an imprint of encaustic but still I would be

Lapittura, how hearts bond closure, I still be shackle for your love-

Managing of that of
A sculpture intent shows with passion how have words grace my, unyielding forwards
Name faith engage, settle willow will it take century for this mimesis to unfolded

I just wonder what is significant value, coordinator, night, skys stars out tonight-

I counter the counted; toll, tile center and folded marksmanship indulge
Like the paint roll from stone and made a man I was never looking for perfection
But as man mind is to stacker so shall the body like a spirit up lifted -

Like a hour glass I can take you from past to present, there is no beginning that did not taste the forbidden fruit-

Ground it fatigued is not a realistic that can take a sailor and throw in the towel
Maybe he gets the message like a voyage glazing shallow water behooves a deeper setting
Sail on good mate and the night may you see of kinsmanship-

Like a hour glass I can take you from past to present, there is no beginning that did not taste the forbidden fruit-


I have heard love is a battle field but on turner, the moments of glory sit fit to say you left your imprint
And yen me to question this purpose of my existing -

Hear the Hear toll to sit and to unfolder A Tower Of Mist and to say 'She Knows' we have history-

Like a hour glass I can take you from past to present, there is no beginning that did not taste the forbidden fruit-
A Tower Of Mist