Seething beauty
is a lost flower

is a haunting memory
reminding me of my foolish mistakes

a wind crashing against my lonely tower
forcing ink from every crack and crevice
like sulking tears
amassing briefly, before falling to the earth.

if only, if just, for a..
but it was all, no more than a fleeting moment.

and I crumble in impatience, like a child,
unable to build a brighter future

from the ashes of this burnt down garden..

that once flourished,

at the sight of
at the scent of
at the thought of

you.

haven’t reckon’d that Earth
and I will be entwined/entombed
in each other’s arms, until such time,
one of us or both, will be reduced
to cosmic dust, our pride, our poems,
will be equally unimportant and irrelevant,
I reckon.

so tired,
so torn;

lost, malformed;

one day more,
too many gone;

stolen, silent.

every memory
i’ve had of you
has found its way back to me
turning our white silk sheets
into satin blue
every tear stain
a different thread
embroidered with every
i love you
we had ever said
to each other

I strip myself of these tattered clothes,
And seek refuge in you.

Breathing out this aged agony,
For in your breath I am anew.

I refuse to rot with the moon,
For, I've met the sun.

He introduced me to my imperfections,
and the beauty held within them.

So, instead of rotting,
I flourish.

It will never be over soon,
For, I am eternal when I'm with you.