In The World Where I Do Not Exist

In the flushing garden path we walked entranced, the scarlet sun with the spectrum of dawn held us within the sequins of sparkling sky. You saw my heart contoured in the crimson curves of cloud, but not for very long, for the rainstorm melted the sky, I disappeared beyond the rainbow arch. Over the waves of the desert dunes, we trudged with rhythmic exuberance, until I melted away like mirage. You reached the verdant oasis, sprawling with the pulse of my olive heart, swept away by the desert storm of yearning lost in opaque oblivion. On the silver sands of the satin beach we traced the entwined fervent footprints. The rolling waves adorned the pearly lattice on your lissom feet. As the tide of time erased my trail, you now walk with poignant impulse through the miasma of cascading moonbeam that has dissolved my nocturnal essence. The dazzling dawn of desire veneers your heart’s horizon with halcyon hues, spreads the sunburst tinges of my timeless longing for you, you remember blushed aglow your emotive epitome long time ago, painted the panorama of golden garden in your heart’s canvas, blooming with the luster of lost love. Wandering listless in the wasteland of the waned memory of belonging, your tear drops roll on the garden path, wrapped with bronze leaves of the fall. Their rustle echoes your songs for me, long lost beyond the still shore of silence. When in the seraphic spring you’re embraced by euphoria, you will never know how much I miss your world where I do not exist.