Love, such a majestic feeling
Somewhat surreal, connecting,
One on one; Heart to heart,
Been so long gone, history, archived,
Semblance of feelings is a memory.
I am, what you choose to see me as
A man, an alien, don’t pop a vessel
Lying to yourself, racking your brain
Ask me, I’ll tell you, after you
Bear witness to my penmanship.
Illustrated a dialect that left them beyond torn
Flicks of the wrist turned night to morn
Bonfire in my journal, embers blown in the wind
Materialize and bring to existence another piece,
Another piece, I move on this checkered grid;
E2 to E4 — King-side bishop to C4 — Queen to H5
— F7— Checkmate.
– Original-Dante ©2017
Art by: ryky