Chapter 25: Photograph

Dissipating the anticipation I feel
Expressing emotions in anagrams
Red dress matching your eyes
A bit of captured light I carry
Holding it in close
All the things I embody reel
Away from the lion of a lamb
Cherry scented compromise
Across shallow seas we ferry
Only so far from those
Who seek out similar ends
Refusing to let elders
Meet out fate
Involving and arguing
With your night driven blood
In the wind there, strongest trees bend
But not the builders
Who would rather create
While carefully eking
And twisting through the sudden
Change in my existence
Brought about through simple insistence
An actuary could never understand
The depths of my soul at your command
At your beck and harrowed call
Seeking any found harmony
To lull my proactive mind
Into some semblance of sleep
Freeing the white hall
From the intended harm that we
Bestow in kind
And caring gestures of the deep
Degree of my soul you command