Final Farewell
To my life that betrayed the butterflies~
within my chrysalis mind,
forgive my flawed dialect,
I no longer look upon sakura skies,
awaiting a ray of fluffy lies,
I’m more than just a speck of salt
in this ocean of fluttering deceit.
As the midnight silence
twists into witching woes,
I hear the sirens echoing
the sound of the
seventh trumpet,
yet my igloo heart
screeches louder
than the roaring waves
pushing me to the cusp of an
inevitable apocalypse.
When raindrop dreams
I drape on my distressed skin;
a white gold necklace
with heart-shaped sapphires~
shatter into a shadowed
sea of broken emeralds,
I think of life beyond and
above heavy onyx clouds
carrying unspoken prayers,
wishing an archangel
would descend,
wrap me in ivory wings,
take me to a pristine shore,
where I can rewrite sins
scribbled across
pages of procrastination,
in an anthology of ignorance.
Perhaps, I could be the voice
for the forsaken faces,
and forgotten phases.
I remember I’ve stayed still~
frozen like the frigid waters,
shackled by society’s
ice green arrogance,
oblivious to the pleas
of the innocent.
Now I weep,
while rolling memories,
haunt me in neon refrains,
I’m swimming
across titanic seas,
like a lost sojourner,
seeking for a glimpse of
the floral milky-way
to fill my drowning heart
with lunar light,
to be the Noah that
ignites my ark of fire.
But life is a pre-written cruise,
orchestrated by the divine creator,
and tides, they rage and rise,
to fall into flatlined
ripples of regrets,
unfurling footprints
of past journeys,
amidst crestfallen stars
beneath crystalline
currents of chaos.
I’ve learned through the
beginning of this end~
a prelude to an
empyrean symphony,
that destiny has a
way of dressing
salt-soaked silhouettes
with an attire of angst
And I think of the jewels,
the twinkling trinkets
that couldn’t keep
me afloat,
the silk that couldn’t
be my anchor
nor the vessel
that guides me home.
Although life after this
temporary madness,
is a coral garden of
ethereal gravity.
There I shall build my
marine tales a paddle raft,
let it glide towards
a rising sun of saffron
that never sets,
like timeless reefs~
I can slumber within
the cerulean arms of serenity,
as I fare thee well.
Even the grandest of all the vessels
shall come to an infinite halt,
the master of this fleeting journey
is the almighty above,
so when the end comes crawling,
surrender to the
elysian light beyond~
allow the angels to guide us back
to a halcyon realm of rose gold eternity.
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