As our words,
become splendour.
And your presence,
is the warmth of the moon.
Don't bid me farewell
especially when the waves flood.
But even if it is a ripple,
slumber on my essence...
The manifestation of
an appalling affinity between
the dark horse and the white horse.
Hopefulness uttered.
Subsist.
Trod the mesmerising waves with me-
Even if not with me.
Or do you wish to ravage the emptiness
consuming me, so air can no longer seep through?
As you engulf me,
Feel my heartbeat,
As you eradicate yourself,
Feel my stubborn grip.
Slowly ripping what once was crystals,
that is now dust.
Through your eye is dark cellophane;
pain and anguish.
Only odour of ephemeral bitter-sweetness