Frozen Side of The Sun

Trust ~ a mourning sparrow f o r s a k e n in the russet rush of monstrous myths, clouding the cashmere cusp of dawn’s delicate arms~ of love’s liquefied thorn. While I trace the wrinkled rays on the frozen side of the sun, where the moon, in silence, peeks to speak nothing but dialects of the forgotten ~ ash-laced memories forged in veins of weeping ice into the form of this black diamond heart, aching in nostalgia, refusing to break when your name ~ still dulcet ~ bruised the air like a fairytale lost in the wintry wilderness, as petals of promises wilt, painting a landscape of lament. Perhaps I reigned in the ruins ~ an unthawed queen, gliding glacier dunes, played like a pawn, sculpted in life’s illusions. I’ve tasted the flames of Cupid’s frost-kissed arrows, while seeking comfort in checkered longing, within squares of solitude… Now I hide honesty behind chained chambers of a kingdom unmoved by jest or foolish games. They know not the storm within me, that weighs heavier than the crestfallen sparks mimicking snow-glazed heartbeats. Yet I know what I knew was never reliable ~ imprisoned in gold and pearls, threatening the throne, as if destiny drew no other design for the ones who sit beneath storms, singing tunes of tornadoes, wishing someday rainbow arcs would shed their fog, drip tangerine tones of lucid lilac and carnation clarity ~ O heed these unspoken pleas...