Foresting Love Through The Ages

Causative levels of experience have brought me to my knees, shorn of ideals here I fade in this time drift of despair; thoughts forlorn unnerve me in a spiraling descent, waves rise beyond the height of my stern ship, oceans push beyond the grasp of my mind's eye reaching for oblivion on this morass sea. In my heart I retrace visions of you inwardly drawn from blood fed memories flowing with and without all parts of me. As I hail Britannia's golden shores I feel your presence in each imposing wave; the interaction between ebb and flow, the meticulously placed chiseled rocks, the precarious edge off Brighton's cliff her shoreline demarcated in my view pillared castles that rise like orchard groves stone hewed vistas of remarkable craft that haunt the countryside with their legends of feudal strife and war, born of ideas, honed with strength to withstand the centuries appealing to the imagination foresting love through the darkness of the ages.