Beautiful comedy

The lights wash her face simply beautiful in a high snug of forever
yet I am caught between here and now listening to the waves she danced
upon apart from the cold lost in low voice of intent,she was as beautiful
As I seem to chase the light ..

I call to her from afar there still I claim the bend to be her cache fore my falling
choice of creations shame I drowned in a hiatus sort of emotion
gathering around her sense of forgiveness as I lie riveting in denial yet her
Beauty ravaged me

As so the light washed away her tears for me as she called upon my hand
to fight the days that buried my fate with restless breaths and wicked bullets caged inside my mind ,fore Iam not bleeding yet I may die in due charades invoking me to enable the right of passages as if I dare not beg unto her,still
yet she circled the lines in my face pardoning me for the light is your friend she whispered,I so on beit her beauty found my way