Untitled (would really appreciate feedback)

Blankets of mist lay heavy on my green-groved solace
With the curious quakes rumbling through my soul as
Midday thunder during a summer storm, giving way
To years of deep ocean sunshine rays
And a quiet world of uncertain stillness 

Naivety as a gauzy blindfold in acquiesce rests
through windowed transparency and clarity possessed 
My kaleidoscope world; miniature mirrors reflecting fields of grey 
Covetous of vibrant pieces that declined to stay
To leave my small sphere bereft

The weight of gravity is no longer stressed 
When the soul is freed, floating above the flesh
How did our love become so familiar with the sobriquet 
Of unrequited endearment unusually easy to stray 
Against the tenderness in which you transgressed 

Active eruption displaying hot-lava passion; stand in awe less
Fire and brimstone rains unholy. No longer blessed 
Art thou who lie meek, rising ash through the phoenix ablaze 
But blessed are those who stand tall to expose the light behind the haze 
 To distinguish the sacred words in which must be confessed
Permanently your venal lust i put to rest.

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