Last Frontier

minute broken pieces of glass and gold no consoling embrace and warm arms to hold alchemy at it’s finest, rejected in purifying the soul for love has ceased while the fire burns the coal Whilst the rain started pouring in torrents, in torns the clouds covered the sun and the wind commenced the storm in the deepest deep, you’d only hear a sorrowful moan in solitude, there I live trying to be strong.. to envy the ocean in serenity and calmness to jewel the samaritan in acts of goodness there lies the horrible at the mountain’s crest so as to relive the tenacity of turmoil at it’s best I cried aloud where no one can hear; my spirit whimpers inside without any trace of tears recollecting the happiest moments of fruitful years... the day I was yours.. so far yet so near..