The grief I hold apart

Drops of rain smudge the window blurring my vision, Pouring down as my spirit drowns in omission, The obscure moon feeding wispy light into the void's delight, Bowing to the impalpable depths of night, Pieces of memory struck by puissance waves undefined, Calling your quintessence form in my mind, Her dulcet voice masked with the susurrus pouring rain, A seraphic purity to the melody my soul craves within the pain, Her aureate eyes ignite a flame in the dark corners of my heart, An eternal luminescent spirit to the grief I hold apart, Her pellucid heart showing what could have last, Fragments of reality shattered her frame, Now a whisper to the wind coming from hell, Drops of rain fall from the sky, Washing away pieces I never got to deny,