A legion of children enveloped us that day,
Their presence transparent beneath rays of sun baptismal.
As the chirp of laughter infiltrated the air,
There enclaved in their omnipresent mist,
Passion blossomed in this juvenescent heart.
Gleaming these eyes sauntered your luminescent skin,
Pining for that rapture that lay betwixt your arms.
Although roving within for clarity in words,
This burgeoning vessel trembled in loss,
For fugitive they stood in my subconscious.
Yearning for more than the caress of your voice,
Its musicality enough to serenade for all time,
And the flawless rhythm of this heartbeat
Whispered intently of something divine
For this keepsake of yours -is immortal.-
Even now nostalgia cleaves as an arrow,
-Piercing to the soul-
And it screams to be nurtured.
Blooming in reminiscence I conjure dreams immemorial,
Returning to that hallowed sanctuary.
Your countenance is a distant glint, now untraceable;
Marred by elapsed time, that insidious decay.
My agony has become a vast sea,
Besieged by the maelstrom of lament
For my undying piety is all that remains.
A language too grand to be deciphered
By such an infantile mind,
Yet now I pensively ponder, "Will you ever return?"
I would relinquish my soul to gaze once more
Upon your grace my Materialista.
Life has become a heavy haze,
Occupied by a discordant melisma of pain.
And this memento -without you- is my torture stake,
For the moment we held hands has bound me forevermore;
And I stand here everlastingly, yearning for your arms.
This is an old piece that I composed for critique in my college level Creative Writing course. This is a manifestation of my previous style of amalgamating or combining deep sentimentality, nostalgia, and passion-infused as well as spontaneous expressions to convey my thoughts and emotions. The assignment was to write about a childhood memory. I don't want to spoil it for you, the one hint I will provide is that is pertains to love during my years of juvenility. I hope you enjoy! God bless!