Finding a Niche To Repose

Life rustled like a dry leaf in the wasteland The firmament of promise and hope clouded For the shards of the splintered love Pierced to pinion and bleed my heart. With the mind in the throes of despair I wandered across the placid plateaus And the high hills in search of a place for sojourn. I found one in a hamlet perched on the green valley Where the clouds melted in the sunrise colors On your face painting a portrait of celestial beauty. People said you’re a girl of loose character An outcast, you became a disowned object They all decided to denounce and besmirch But in your lissome body and innocent smile I discovered in you the flair of the fallen angel For you gave my broken heart The solace of love it needed. In my desolate days of agony and turmoil I found a niche to repose in your divine arms. May 26, 2018.