From the shadow-frosted timbers
to a soul-caressing ray.
From unrelenting sheaths of silt
weighed beneath an earth’s decay.
From ebbing bud to rising bloom,
hearts exhumed to wakened eyes.
As winter’s curtain takes its bow,
spread her wings…begin to fly.
For now she is free.
Fervid waters of a love unborn
stir shadows in a twilight dance.
Cheek flushed beneath a nectared kiss,
heart ravished with singular glance.
Repose her upon the horizon pure
over blooms of lavender sheen
to be searched beneath an open sky
as she descends into oblivion serene.
Cursed by thirst unquenchable
beneath a blazing sky,
Gaze distorted by burning mist
that wells within her eyes.
A soul that weeps before mankind,
for truths they’ve never seen–
of jaded hearts, of bleeding flesh,
of wounds that lie between.
An angel to the suffering,
a guardian to the soul,
a seraph who has fallen,
sunk within beguiling shoal.
Who will deliver this fragile one
whose eyes, too worn to cry?
To lift her up on mended wings
into the blazing sky?
When a smile,
portrayed as guise of fire,
rusts as your presence departs…
When a caress,
lingered with twilight glow,
is but a shadow trailing
When a love, unreturned,
plays master calloused
to a fading hope…
Set a seal upon shallow heart,
you whom my soul desires,
and let me be released.
Heed the echos of a heartache,
anguished sear of reverie.
Feel its scalp bleed down her face,
scathing tears of memories.
See the eyes that once freely smiled
fading with defeat.
As silent fields in which she lies
drift away with night’s conceit.