Have you lost a lover,
to eternity
as vital as your breath?
That every drop of glistening tear
holds dearly to your breast?
And takes you back to precious times
that shatters nerves of steel,
concealed around the helplessness
of flesh consumed by fears.
Amid the dreams of evening wind caressing,
leaving marks,
cooling, chilling, shivering from specks of hoary dust.
Solitude, the worst of times to keep the vigil tamed,
abandoning the falsity called sanity by name.
Amid the dark and looming mist, losing all restraint,
floods of streaming platitudes desperate calls complaint.
And wander back from ether worlds to join the living souls,
embrace the warmth and shed the chill of places dark and dank. |
