Leitmotif

Waiting breathlessly on the horizon,
Watching the sun fall
Faster than ever before;
Hoping and wishing
That this warmth may parallel,
The inner ardor of my soul.

Your beauteous aura makes me feel,
Exposed and intimidated;
A symmetrical allure promises
Once again
Leitmotif without physicalism at all.

Love remaining like a well creviced inside,
Hoping that light purified
May grant reconstituted harmony;
Vacant and eternal
Words fill this cavern,
But actions undone are actions fulfilled.

Your beauteous aura makes me feel,
Exposed and intimidated;
A symmetrical allure promises
Once again
Leitmotif without boundaries at all.

Wishing for this covetous fear to dissipate,
Like predestined thoughts lingering
On the tongue of cogitation;
Extolment and admiration
Exposing a weakness,
Transiently mellowing an abeyant brilliance.

Your beauteous aura makes me feel,
Exposed and intimidated;
A symmetrical allure promises
Once again
Leitmotif without consternation at all.

Stumbling on this path existentially created,
Perpetuating turns and aspirations
Foiled by taciturn fallacy;
Apologetic and penitent
Emotions breaking foundations,
Of strength on the substratum of God.

Your beauteous aura makes me feel,
Exposed and intimidated;
A symmetrical allure promises
Once again
Leitmotif without indifference at all.

Trying to reach inward from the center,
The exerting mind of the beholder
Remaining simply contingent;
Misguided and impressionable
Unfortunately submitting to,
Those ideals of conglomerated origin.

Your beauteous aura makes me feel,
Exposed and intimidated;
A symmetrical allure promises
Once again
Leitmotif without reasoning at all.

Waiting for the sun to set on the horizon,
Considering the breeze, your return
Echoing serenity in your words;
Sincere and imperceivable
Truths set free from this eclipse,
Esoteric to yourself, relative manifestation.

Your beauteous aura makes me feel,
Exposed and intimidated;
A symmetrical allure promises
Infinite
Leitmotif without apostasy at all.