To my barren love, there was
much life. Crashing,
yet too callous for grandeur.
Our distant affection became

phantom,
chimerical,
a facade.

Now my heart is a glass
chrysanthemum. Golden light
bends, pours, and
blossoms
from my new love;

A white dress.
A dream catcher.
A smile on the horizon.

Your lantern still flickers
in my fickle heart,
but each of my breaths are killing
the flame.
So, I’ve hung you up
and set out to sea.

Desolated,
you may be,
You’re here to guide someone home.