Will Our Invisible Partners

Will our invisible partners
Cast Heavens' bars upon our brows,
Jailing us
In Raptures iridescent claws?

Will the phantom
From your Hearts' inner chambers
Come out with fingers,
Sanguineous and erect,
To script the nascent lay
Of tomorrows hope?

Will the lost souls
In the minds' cradle
Drip rivers into our cups
And stars in the eyes of our hearts?

And will the midnight sky
Swim through our passion
Blasting it with
The keenly sleeve
Of its starry rakes?

Will the lusty breeze
Parsimonious and acute
Saunter through
Our whistling thoughts
Drawing a cadre of bees
To hum the dirge
Of our wingless fate?