Lost

Hang your head, and mourn the lost smile of elation, Happiness shattered asunder, While melancholy tears, stain the frame of a tarnished silhouette, And speak words of wisdom, that pain the ears and restrain laughter by the chains of harrowing truth, Demeaning a demeanor, with structured news of elated nuptials, Which force the ambivalence of love and lost wishes, that belong to a memory, which fades with time but can never be forgotten, Leading to a flaw in poetic justice, that pushes a mind to delusion But to return from a dismal and desolate place, with even an inkling of untainted hope, there alone lies my whisper of salvation, And while my pen freely bleeds, with phrases of my most tender reminiscence, I can only assume, that faith is purposeful... Thus by a dangerous choice, to trust my memories to save me, before they eradicate my being, I find a breath of grace in writing of you, and knowing you through my words, and all your beauty throws to them, and by this plea, hope to know you, if only another moment, With the mere faith, that rediscovering you, will mercifully, help me find myself...