Life has gifted me with tragedy,
broken images, forever haunting,
excruciating my suffering; blood
upon the pulse of my serenity.
Crystal lines are etched over this glaciered heart,
and my tears wash blotches of thoughts
that leaves me blank again daily.
Stolen by death, I am left mourning the assassins kill,
soul sliced open, like the parted sea.
Chained and bound I evade flirtatious eyes,
to inhibit forbidden thoughts;
for love fled upon your precious wings,
survived only by my silent memories.
I stood alone in the midst of nightmares,
just searching for you amongst a midnight dream.
Alas, although the stars filled my eyes,
the sky gathered clouds and the Moon reigned misery,
no peace to be found;
yet today the heavens opened and allowed me to breathe;
I saw your face again, arms out-stretched,
and you said: ”Love come to me,
but mere steps into the convalescent sea."