The Silence of Surrender

These thoughts of you
Invade my every waking sense

Weakening with bated breath
Wreaking chaos
In roseate efflorescence

I walk the edges of eternity
Faltering at every step
through faults of amphicheiral aching

Where fragments form our firmament
To compose in erstwhile prose
And wistful reclamation

Transposing woes
Into frozen waves of piercing
Shattering on stuttered shores
Of dormant adoration

Awakening the ardor
Of dreams lost to translation

Where stardust softly tends
The silence of surrender

Author: Max Meunier

Feminist. Ailurophile. Musician. Poet. Human.

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