bleed your worth to me

the vintage fields that bloom verses - call me out...  
lost on an echo; captured on a thought.  
out into the open, once more; exposing a dark elegance.  
   
his voice circles around my mind -  
squeezing the shine from the stars.  
the stars that shattered words before,  
before the past could endure their pain.  
   
   
the moment seeded, and bled its worth to me.  
   
encapsulate; control.    
   
twirl me deeper,  
deeper  into my greedy, gravitational tug.  
   
Oh, sleeper of dreams; return unto my drought,    
   
a wasteland of verse; lovely in structure.    
   
I cradle his curse.    
   
Poet, your quill violates -    
the wings hidden by shadows.  
the angel does weep behind the clouds.    
   
where you can't see.  
   
mourning in adoration,    
the carved stone is a broken fascination.    
   
And is to be!    
   
Sleep, sleep, sleep, little dreamer.  
   
watch me twirl further,  
further  away -  
dancing with a lost memory.    
   
lonely,    
rents the wind that tangles my hair.[/font]