Pillows of Patience

I n v i s i b l e threads, a mystical m i r a g e, binding the silhouette of the sky to the skin of cinnamon sequels in the deep blue chakra that sees beyond illusive clouds, carrying rainbow roses and thornless buds quenched with jasmine rain. Yet I remain engrossed in the rising haze from cornea rivers, facing the sun amidst silenced stones, counting unwept diamonds that ebb and flow through the pool of peace lilies, and violet vapors, veiled in violin breeze, ricocheting like the h e a t of throbbing heartbeats… Remember, I taste the sundrops you feel in solitude, I’ve been listening to your e y e s ~ stories spun from luminous lies, pain streaming behind saffron smiles, unrolling polaroids of angst through the lens of life, while the gossamer gold of gloaming mirrors the poem between your sore sighs, like dilating daisies in the heart of the midnight iris… And through your pupils, I’ve found the reason to rhyme~ bleeding pleas of love with whimsical words, dusted with periwinkle, glazed with crystals, amidst the gusts of grief cloaking your conscience, when wintry woes suffocate your cashmere spirit. But I still am an origami enigma, sleepwalking in silence, aching to reach the chandelier cinders flickering above~ pillows of patience… This I write not to the crestfallen Luna, but to the galaxies twirling as moon-tulips above lashes dusted with liquid lilac, as I am a misplaced metaphor, etched with empathy, kohl tears on petals, pricking fragile fingers, like thistles of time… I feel beyond what I breathe and I see hidden hues, for in my eyes~ there is no need for poetic phrases when soul is tied to the strings of immortal blossoms in your garden of pristine petunias l a c e d with unbreakable vows…