Sea of Sweetness

Honey did not leave me, Just robbed me of my sweetness. While scarlet desires still emanate from the evergreen memories, Under the moonlit sky, I mourn over the ascetic turmoil... Like an invisible shrine, It has become the bastion of our prayers, Like a plenary indulgence, It has effaced the objects of our affection. Seldom do I tread on lustrous promenades The tall trees with slender alluring fingers Call me in repertoire Like silky waves on an already tainted beach, Heaven must not be pure, As heavenly deeds are always veiled by nonexistence and retrospection, The fruit of love Is,since ageless times , The coveted poison, The guardian angel of broken souls, That puts to sleep A hollow existence, Forever freeing from the futility in the form of Life.