hearts decree

I coat words with colours of the heart.
Brush strokes curved with rapid lucid memories.
For friend, I turned to vessel and vice to erase like sea upon the sands.
For in Kubla Khan I wish to have lived.
As man, I stand straight back and chest not prone.
Twain hearts split by words gone
For the dark allure of fate, show not tears shed
That will fill the rivers and lakes and make rain.
Words unspoken I spit'e as dreams come of thee.
but silent I must remain and be.
so friend, I write  of a man in deep lie
of arch and lilac Unless my world decrees