vagabondprophet:

Give credit where credit is due

Time you genius you.

None carve as masterfully as you.

And she, she fears time ahead.

How it promises to tug, pull, and crease

Slowly unfolding her youth.

She doesn’t know my eagerness,

To see those same effects

See the whole canvas stretched.

I long to see the way

That she unfurls

Day after day.

As water smooths out stone

So time erodes her face,

A slowly chiseled beauty.

As the ax must blow by blow

Slowly strip away,

The fibers from one another.

So I anxiously await

The sands of time

Etching her away.

Crows feet will appear

The years will dig trenches

In the softness of her face.

I don’t believe in evolution

But her beauty does evolve,

A process of natural seduction.

She enchants me without trying,

As time goes marching by

I’ll orbit her still.

The more that’s scuffed away

Cut or split right off

To make way for something better.

Time you genius you

Master of shape

And all things exquisite.

You will scrub away her youth

Unravel her naivete

Leaving wisdom engraved.

Her body swelled and stretched

With babes not once but twice,

Lasting marks of conquest.

She fought to create,

To be the river’s mouth

For life itself to dawn.

Strip it all away,

This current face of hers,

What are you hiding?

A gift with one million layers,

That unwrap day by day,

No shortcuts.

The crescendo of her beauty

Will take many moons to reach,

I await that goddess truly.

Excess must be shed

To reach the final gem

I’ll hold her against the blows.

If time should bring her pain,

It’s no surprise but all the same

I will crouch down beside her.

With creaky knees and hazy eyes

A foggy mind and weakening spine,

I’ll crouch down to kiss it better.

If time should bring her grief

As part of this descaling,

I’ll be there.

Soak me through with tears

So they eat through me too,

We’ll ferment together.

I only wish to love her

Half as well as time,

Every fold and curve

Marked by its caress.

– Vagabond Prophet

vagabondprophet:

Give credit where credit is due

Time you genius you.

None carve as masterfully as you.

And she, she fears time ahead.

How it promises to tug, pull, and crease

Slowly unfolding her youth.

She doesn’t know my eagerness,

To see those same effects

See the whole canvas stretched.

I long to see the way

That she unfurls

Day after day.

As water smooths out stone

So time erodes her face,

A slowly chiseled beauty.

As the ax must blow by blow

Slowly strip away,

The fibers from one another.

So I anxiously await

The sands of time

Etching her away.

Crows feet will appear

The years will dig trenches

In the softness of her face.

I don’t believe in evolution

But her beauty does evolve,

A process of natural seduction.

She enchants me without trying,

As time goes marching by

I’ll orbit her still.

The more that’s scuffed away

Cut or split right off

To make way for something better.

Time you genius you

Master of shape

And all things exquisite.

You will scrub away her youth

Unravel her naivete

Leaving wisdom engraved.

Her body swelled and stretched

With babes not once but twice,

Lasting marks of conquest.

She fought to create,

To be the river’s mouth

For life itself to dawn.

Strip it all away,

This current face of hers,

What are you hiding?

A gift with one million layers,

That unwrap day by day,

No shortcuts.

The crescendo of her beauty

Will take many moons to reach,

I await that goddess truly.

Excess must be shed

To reach the final gem

I’ll hold her against the blows.

If time should bring her pain,

It’s no surprise but all the same

I will crouch down beside her.

With creaky knees and hazy eyes

A foggy mind and weakening spine,

I’ll crouch down to kiss it better.

If time should bring her grief

As part of this descaling,

I’ll be there.

Soak me through with tears

So they eat through me too,

We’ll ferment together.

I only wish to love her

Half as well as time,

Every fold and curve

Marked by its caress.

– Vagabond Prophet

vagabondprophet:

Give credit where credit is due

Time you genius you.

None carve as masterfully as you.

And she, she fears time ahead.

How it promises to tug, pull, and crease

Slowly unfolding her youth.

She doesn’t know my eagerness,

To see those same effects

See the whole canvas stretched.

I long to see the way

That she unfurls

Day after day.

As water smooths out stone

So time erodes her face,

A slowly chiseled beauty.

As the ax must blow by blow

Slowly strip away,

The fibers from one another.

So I anxiously await

The sands of time

Etching her away.

Crows feet will appear

The years will dig trenches

In the softness of her face.

I don’t believe in evolution

But her beauty does evolve,

A process of natural seduction.

She enchants me without trying,

As time goes marching by

I’ll orbit her still.

The more that’s scuffed away

Cut or split right off

To make way for something better.

Time you genius you

Master of shape

And all things exquisite.

You will scrub away her youth

Unravel her naivete

Leaving wisdom engraved.

Her body swelled and stretched

With babes not once but twice,

Lasting marks of conquest.

She fought to create,

To be the river’s mouth

For life itself to dawn.

Strip it all away,

This current face of hers,

What are you hiding?

A gift with one million layers,

That unwrap day by day,

No shortcuts.

The crescendo of her beauty

Will take many moons to reach,

I await that goddess truly.

Excess must be shed

To reach the final gem

I’ll hold her against the blows.

If time should bring her pain,

It’s no surprise but all the same

I will crouch down beside her.

With creaky knees and hazy eyes

A foggy mind and weakening spine,

I’ll crouch down to kiss it better.

If time should bring her grief

As part of this descaling,

I’ll be there.

Soak me through with tears

So they eat through me too,

We’ll ferment together.

I only wish to love her

Half as well as time,

Every fold and curve

Marked by its caress.

– Vagabond Prophet