fragrance of fading roses

My soul is in purgatory, settling in fading tunes of suppressed silence, swerving perpetually amongst smoky quartz silhouettes; swiveling through the dimmed dungeon to unraveling shadows of yesterday’s destruction, moving in s l o w motion~ rejoicing invisible rainbow glows in limitless devotion, fugitively resenting the shifting season of faith~ I question the treacherous torrents, through unorchestrated symphonies… where do the tides of jealousy crash and hide to grieve, over untouched waves, when it has washed away compelling wishes lost in perfect storms? For, sometimes, when trembling skies bleed black pearls, upon these aching lungs, I think of every nameless ghost that emanates familiar fragrances: convincing my naive mind, there’s no evil even in darkness. Although I’ve seen tints of turning leaves conversing with tantalizing tears, whilst this volcanic heart is ransacked and ruined, d a n c i n g away from fears, forging meaningless scribes, in fragmented fortunes, left as debris along the forgotten fields of rambling roses drenched in remorseful rain. And I stand in the eye of cataclysmic cyclones~ exhaling the exhaustion, as the wolf moon calls me, above million mourning mountains in musical misery. Yet, when cosmic curtains sequinned with scarlet sapphires of midnight skies drizzle drops of hibiscus heaven onto the pages of my poetic haven, I sketch stars in the shape of magical w i n g s.. across cursed horizons, to soothe my troubled thoughts: as it’s all in my head, the demonic devils dressed in dragonfly dust to deceive me, unaware of how I’ve been blindfolded by the brutal lies I’ve told myself in alienated expressions, that the normal can never neutralize.