My Stardust At Midnight
She was my angel,
my stardust at midnight,
My guardian spirit soothing heaven with grace-
for the moon gazes
upon her glorious sight,
as the mosaic azure clouds encompass and embrace.
My heart stopped beating the day she died,
my soul, like a maze,
lost in the universe-
her garden of lilies just laid there and cried,
as I gather my emotions
and write a verse.
No other woman could
love me like her,
no other soul-shining wonder could fulfill-
and since her death my
eyesight a blur,
as the blood through my veins stand still.
Forgiveness with atonement seems so far,
yet her beauty so intense,
I shall forgive-
for it was only her pain that left a crimson scar,
and I am finding it hard to
let go and live.
In the dead of the night
I shall recall her voice,
in the light of day, I shall remember her smile-
deep down I feel she
always had a choice,
but leaving with sorrow...
-was just her style.
Chimera World
February 5, 2017
Copyright © Lu Loo | Year Posted 2017
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