A Mighty Heart

Akward dispositions,
Pendulums,rubbing its steely joints.
The lakes of love murmur heroic tales,
brave,yet lofty like mangoes, milky white.

Your immaculate dreams,
the suppleness of vines,
makes me thing of you, like snowflakes,
mixed with scarlet red wine.

You, in mighty futuristic fervour,
gallop through the wild isles of life.
A pergola so enriching,
that you nurture others, so vile.

Desolation blues,the darkling shores,
may find their way, with the rhythm of the plumes,
while sorcerers cast spells, yet so crude,
nurture them,with wanton motions,ceaseless, like the clouds.