Lights, heat, celebration
Slowly mounting to a ******.
An isolated shred of genuine affection
Within the blurred congregation;
Love melting on the icing
With the candles pathetic wax.

What have they come here for??
Why do they even speak?
Their hollow smiles implore
Leave! Leave! Chaos, or
Ecstasy at its peak?

Another year, frowns veiled with a grimace;
Facades out. Nothing left to be said.
In a quiet corner space,
The  present of a butterfly embrace.
Coming of age for a spirit, already dead.

For the wind blows,
And it tears her skin away.
And she shouts out all the words
That eat her alive,
From the windows.

And when the sun sets,
She paints her eyes
And frees her wings,
And flies.

And in between all that ceremony,
She sings in a broken voice.

Words as discordant,
As the influx of sounds around me...
Sitting beneath a silver foliage.
Watching the air quiver,
One wind at a time...
The anticipation of activity,
Its juvenile bid to attract.
The trees resound with hysteria!
The yellow clouds giving way to a suppressed grey...
The winds, they trample me and flee..
And like an unwelcome guest,
The unprovoked thought of you clouds my solitude.
The eternally gentle brow furrows...with...?
Oh woe!...it wasn't meant to be.

The world drowns in a grey abyss
The discordant revolution of a storm with the mind
Heaven knows we've left the calm behind
Senses in place, feelings amiss.

The eyes' downpour as it watches the clouds
A blanket of steel sheathing the sun
Weaving a lore with the winds rapid run
A thunderous voice rumbles, not too loud.

The sudden crescendo of a cloudy roar
Wings dislodged, vision askew, hearts aflutter,
The slashing rain, lashing against the shutter
The gentle, unnoticed, infinite petrichor.

Sweat drips from our bonded brow
With carnal rhythm rocks the prow
The decretive line between then and now
The delirious mirth and then we lie
On a bed of red roses..

Precociously we turn to apathy
Reliving yesterday still hopefully
Hearts departing, both infallibly could see
The reality of which neither could deny
On a bed of dead roses...

Eternal whispering in my ear,
Your laugh almost a song,
But fold you in my arms I will,
Every breath a brewing storm.

I heave with your heart,
Midway between ephemeral and divine,
Bound to me with my feeble hands,
Oh! To see your eyes in mine.

To feel your thoughts on my shoulders,
Heaven strewn with the fiery dregs of goodbye,
The euphoric envy we feel for it,
We recline with the sky.