By Arcassin Burnham



Suffered depression before,
But had a breakthrough,
After imagining your face on a magazine too,
In love with another woman,
Until you touched the earth (angel),
Delightful beauty,
Delicately the one you deserve,
But since I sketch and draw,
I thought I'd create a masterpiece,
With your face and all,
We agree to disagree,
Rich silent type,
But did a little work when it was due,
I was the one that did my dirt,
Thinking How would I persuade you,

We maybe in heaven now,
But make a list of all our origin,
And for the time we lasted,
Searching to live out our lives again,
Little did we know,
When the ship went down,
It was you I longed for,
To keep my spirits bound,
Growing into an old coot,
Thinking of mild regret toward ends
But what you didnt realize that soon,
I will see you again.

In house made warm letters run,
Bright poems let, in winter sun—
The dreams of day a lively school,
As songbirds gleam at vernal pools,
Apparitions of youth— fly in and go,
A love blew held in wings, undertow,
Little things now steeping with peace,
Cloudy thoughts set aflame, released,
A lost woman revisioned— unknown,
Is conjured, screening real as a poem.

Thy divine world I once perceived
Is found only within a mere dream
Revisioned, as if seen in the darkest of nights
With one eye blind
The other full of demise