I save this enchanting  poem
my lonely resurgent lover,
for a life, after this one of
struggle and strife,
I am not sure, when
would it be.
Thrown in to the darkness
I will embrace it's cadence,
with all my being, dwindling, sad
to kindle a drop of light,one after the other,
till the moment of liberation.
A poem to fuel my funeral pyre
to beacon you ,searching for
a music lost, longtime before
forever,forever,forever.

I save this scent,exquisite
wafting in the mountain air,
the vine so innocent
anointed me with
only for this evening
for you to recognize me
as your true beloved,

But I am lost in the thicket
of scented flowers,so sweet
and lost in the sad thought:
"How she would find
my scent distinct from others"

We are cheated by beauty
to which we pledge our
beating heart,without
remorse  of any kind.

Love takes us for a ride
cashing in on our innocence,
making us fools of love's
sweet nothings that
dissolve in thin air..

Still love reigns
craving for beauty would never stop!
we are in a journey from darkness to light.