My Last Poem

Become my air, pursuing my scent in sweet fragrant fields, where devouring tastes of bohemian spirit, delicately descend in subsistent sighs. Distracting the tones of silence, from subtle susurrus echoes, like a tender sakura breeze kissing fresh lavender blossoms. Set adrift in shades of yesterday, dandelions bloom in flourishing orchards, prostrating to the mercy of your grace. But tread carefully through the hall of dream crashers, where strange streams from nightmarish tears, drizzle down, composing somber serenades, choreographed from an enchanted symphony. For l've seen the invisible reality, twinkling across streetlights of sumptuous stars. Distance is an unspoken truth, just a rainbow away from roaming freely, within an evergreen paradise above bougainvillea skies. If this was the last poem, before my last sigh, today will be the day, red of rose will kill my bleeding ink, so let lyrical acrolect of poetry fill your thoughts, look for 'you' and 'I in the island of love, where there's no thunder without lightning, nor “sea" without 'waves of us' These distractions of desolated dunes are mere signs of the wounded warrior within me. I'm waltzing through vibrant valleys of white lilies, in the hope of finding lost gravity, which overcomes trials and trepidation. l'll always be your lighthouse on lonely nights, at the edge of bioluminescent sand lines. A haven where your clusters of couplets, will transcribe an alchemist's poetic remedy. Each verse will portray the personal poem of my soul, infused in a profusion of soothing cosmic hues. As raindrops kiss your face, they'll heal those lamenting leather lips- for you are the wind carrying clouds, I am the ripples crying to touch your sky.