Petals Of Pain

I hear the squelch of sorrow nearing me once again, pummels with the purple pulsation, with the unheard echo in the frail veins. The miasma of sadness envelopes the mind-soul-body trinity, the sigh of its drifting desolation trails the dissenting resonance of remoteness. In the domain of the dwindling day, at the edge of the tarnished twilight, the halcyon horizon melts away in the misty air of decomposed delight. As the sunset spectrum spins exhilaration with the surreal astral strands, the fleet of cloud in sensual sapphire sky turns into floating violin in enthralled psyche. After scanning the seamless sky it’s time for my marooned bird to return to the nest, riding deserted the sanguine radiant rays it fails to feel. Its outspread worn out wings glide with the beat of my heart over the snapped sonorous strings of the dusty violin, playing discordant tune. At the fringe of the derelict dusk, after the flight through the day, the scarlet sun sips the sea before slipping away to obscurity, dissolves its floating colors in the water that tosses weary in the tides of torment tear, carrying the gloomy horizon to the shore. In the passion sea of my yearning, rapture waves shine like your pearly smile. With mesmeric moonbeam lattice of charm, its sequins splash on my essence. In scintillating stream of zooming zephyr, as you drift away unconcerned, past me, blow a devastating storm of apathy, my feelings scatter on the debris of ecstasy. Suffused with the diffused drizzle of my fading love at somber sunset, you disappear beyond the gloomy garden, once a desire den of my delight. Your flouting footsteps trample my emotive flower as you depart. Its crumbled petals of pain make a wreath for the wreckage of my broken heart.