mourned, the frozen wastes,
With tranquil beliefs, that shaped worlds,
I knew, the ending, to your plight,
But saw, only my life, in twists.
is beauty, in every love,
With statues, cast from marble,
Risen, towards the emerald,
In forests, of secret safety.
the illusion, that dips a leaf,
Adorned with petals, and thorns,
Into the silk, of a woman’s breast,
I find the essences, of worship…
those, that destroy,
Shall break, the evening tide.
glances, of blue,
Skin, of ivory,
You shall wear, a crown,
Dressed, in simplicity.
were moments, that were holy,
The meager silence, that sought,
To poison, the fruit above us,
Rained discolored wine, instead.
joys, that lovers, hold dear,
Are naught, but ashes and snow.
Soft, with blessings, of sadness,
Departure, for the listless.
I wished, for the nothing,
My love, shall grow, anew.