superficial solace

  O river of moon roses                 ferry me home.... I weep in quivering quiescence       like a weathered wild petal~   healing and hurting             in my p o e t i c recluse.. perhaps there is no word to depict your thunder-struck garden as breathless stars shiver in solitude tasting the pulse of betrayal from the veins of grieving gravels… I ponder ~ must I brush skin of dusk with angst of dawn believe in self-spun delusions, and drown in dahlia deception? I have known truth as a masked lie fed from familiar hands of superficial solace... I trusted the darker face of twilight oblivious to the sage flickering within... following the fading silver of the fickle Luna~ a willing mistress to ethereal torment… forgive me I have no adjectives nor rhyme left to right the love turned cold I wove across hyacinth horizon that feels not silent sighs remember you'll search for my silhouette in valleys of vain violets wicked-white winds when the sun blemishes the sky with colors of ice-blue r e v e r i e s O dream-weaver soul-kisser....