galactic garden

search for me when black are the stars of midnight for in every sunset I see your name in every moonlight you feel this restless flame poetically fading into rose-gold ruffles of riddled reflections~ a spectral mirage calming the singing thunder veiled beneath aching lungs struggling to breathe when the air feels like scorching sorrow infused with rusts of regrets gusts of gloomy garnets... yet this heart is a field of butterflies a fragranced ambience enhanced with empathy~ I forgive you for turning my muse into a galactic garden of grieving geraniums whilst you scroll through the soul of these s c a t t e r e d lines of unrequited love from a distance... perhaps these woeful words failed to reach beyond your bleeding sighs stuck in virtual pages reminiscing moments of magic as I stand on the frayed edge of porcelain frames, listening to turquoise tenors while whirling waves of memories caress wind-swept footprints of sundered soulmates~ and I long to be your dusk where wilted willows s p r o u t and s w i r l like emerald embers ...