“Perception lost in this coppice of desolation,
That has been enthralled into my soul,
I no longer know where to find her,
I harken her voice in the gusty gale,

In my hours of sleep I feel her under my skin,
Now months seem as years ephemeral,
As time passes its cataclysm is episodic to you,
As I sit here in a trapped incubus of remorse,

I no longer hunger for that daily bread of entity,
My starvation is deeper and more adherent,
Feeding on the memory of her and love once was,
Meander fragrance of her ascends through psyche,    

Captive in this refuge of love once past me by,
Dream journeys lead me to the islet where we met,
That day I remember her smiling beautiful face,
Seems if it were miles and miles away yet so near,

As she moves on in her life may she be strong,
May her prowess be all that it can be afore?
May I take the pain of a broken heart instead of thee?
Initiating in the new dawn my desolation shall begin,

To once again start bleakness in sunrise refuge”
By A. Guzaldo 06/27/2018 ©