Through it all
To the lily moon that
never forsakes me~
amidst the cruel constellations
that left me stranded in
a melancholic maze
of rain-kissed memories.
I’ll write this prose for you,
on periwinkle paper
perfumed with geranium grace,
in rhyme-less cadence,
like the rhythm of
raspberry regrets flowing
in hues of poisoned red~
through blue bruised veins
screaming for begonia bliss,
blooming amidst balmy
bouquets of bewitching ballads.
For I’ve been singing alone,
knitting daffodil dreams
across skies of colorless sunsets.
Like an abandoned
and forgotten flower,
dancing to the tune of darkness,
while dwelling in dreary drowsiness,
unable to break free from
the frost-clawed iciness.
Yet, I remember when
the soulless stars
refused to orchestrate
marigold melodies,
you were the maestro
in musical meadows,
sowing herbs of harmony,
to synchronize scentless symphonies.
You carried me through it all,
like a wingless angel,
wrapping my somber silhouette
with silver sonatas.
And when I felt the porcelain
petals scattered across
softened sand
beneath my frail feet~
pierce through honeyed skin
like thistles and thorns,
you gave me your heart,
inked with carmine
syllables of compassion,
and watched me rise
like the sangria sun,
to adorn wilted willows with
lilac-laced love and
feathered forgiveness..
And when I come through it all~
I know your name will
remain within amaranth auroras
eternally twirling as teal ribbons~
for you are the charismatic
chorus of clemency
that I’ll forever replay on rewind.
I’ve been a misplaced magnolia tree~
in a weathered field of misery,
tangled in crumbling roots
of rambling ruins,
watching greenest of vines
wane into wretched weeds.
O’ beloved you will be remembered,
you drew immortal roses
from glistening tears
of an undying crescent~
placed it on my acrylic canvas,
to save me from the eclipsed spheres,
when this heart longed
for an eternal sleep
in a glass casket
of withered wisterias.
And when I felt the porcelain
petals scattered across
softened sand beneath my frail feet~
pierce through honeyed skin
like thistles and thorns,
you gave me your heart,
inked with carmine
syllables of compassion,
and watched me rise
like the sangria sun,
to adorn wilted willows with
lilac-laced love and
feathered forgiveness..
You are the one I’ll never forget~
as this poem I’ve written
to the beloved moon;
my timeless muse, glazed
in twinkling temptations.
And when I come through it all
I pray I’m the one ~
you’ll never forget ..
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