Ceaseless Constellation

sometimes I sing antique anthems, of the nights I was confined within a bottle of diamond tears, wept woefully from the widest sky that held kaleidoscopic stars~ amidst festooned fields of pixie-dust flowers, hanging like starburst chandeliers, when t i m e was never in favor of designing a heart-shaped galaxy to ease the troubled torrents…. as languid linings cast by the sombre umbra soaked me in melancholic sprinkles, of what was left in my strength; for I knew nothing beyond the evening clouds that mirror marshmallow musings, stained with tuscan tones. .. yet, I remember seeing your sunflower smile, as I dreamt of your mystical melodies, spoken poetically, way before I knew you would become my reality, though the homely hideaway to my hopes now fester amongst corners of your dusky eye lashes… I’ve battled with nothing but obsidian obstacles that laid in the tiny tunnels of my crippled consciousness. now our souls seem chained in pearls and coiled in amethyst anklets as one, in stellar waves through a ceaseless constellation; cosmic connection endorsing these fingers with your poignant pantoums, aligning my heart to lay within your evergreen embrace, limited by the lyrical land you’ve lavished my longing lagoons into. so here I am, scribbling stories of our zealous zenith within your platinum presence~ as confessions disguised within tangerine tercets of vanilla villanelles have now come alive, amidst a rebirth of a warrior meant to b l e e d vivid verses eviscerating nacreous nebulas into blissful b l u e brines, that shall stream through unfamiliar rivers of dragon roses till every electrifying element rests in aesthetic harmony.