The Relic Of Yearning

In the expanse of my fervent sky I let my enraptured heart’s songbird soar high, glide in the spring-rippled amorous breeze, bringing your fragrance to me through the spectrum of spring. The sunburst dawn splashed the sequins of ethereal ecstasy, designing for me the lattice of euphoria in the domain of depthless desire, that kept on glowing relentless, I didn’t see the dark cloud slither at the edge of the hazy horizon. The torrent of dreary darkness of night carried away my ebullient essence of longing out of my enthralled sight. I couldn’t hold your hands any longer, for you freed yourself to walk away from my ardent embrace. Splintered in the threshold of the tarnished twilight of desire, I wanted the debris of my delight flung into the vortex of turmoil, see it disappear with the lightning trail of the anguished storm, get sucked into the scorching void of despair. Through the swell of stifling smoke, I came out of the ruins, saw the perennial beauty of life, embroidered with the charisma of love. Before my ember conscience burnt the sanguine soul, I rose self-consoled from the ashes of memory, the relic of yearning I kept sequestered.