Mixing Metaphors

Durable notes, shedding impatient grandeur,
and when they, upon their wings, do soar -
I see eloquent shades uplifting, enveloping uproar,
Mixing metaphors, my heart can hurt no more.

I rise, I fly, I glide well high,
my effort, little and with subtle tilt of wings,
climbs over her visage, her sight slightly cries,
swiftly gained yet gainsaid shadows bring
me crashing back to transient sighs.

Rejecting doubt, rather, believe in love,
Radiant, enveloping, completely without abandon.
Heed pure words offered with honest candor,
Eloquence comes rarely, as the wings of a dove,
genuine sincerity is offered up once more.