Parable Poetry - Mold

Late at night with a heart filled with inspiration,
creating your perfect mold with love being his fixation.
Freeing his mind, absorbing heavens energy, it consumes him,
beginning from the inside your mold he begins to trim.
Adding a section from his soul he applies it within,
filling your heart, the object of his deepest concentration.
Your aura breathtaking, driving his infinite imagination.

Overwelming, his creation overflowing his divine mold.
Tears drain from is eyes franticly searching a solution,
dripping within your mold the contents they begin to hold.
Forming your skin, radiant with brilliant resolution.
Releasing you, connecting through your concious, one mind,
sent from heaven for the world to marvel at his find

Reinventing love, dreaming of his world long before.
Admiring his flawless mold he holds it towards the light,
slipping through his fingers it shatters to the floor.
With perfection only made once on that special night.

Wesley Hall - 09/20/05

Parable Poetry

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