I Prefer Not To.
ruing the remnants dissemblant
were silphium seeds etched in silver
cast into pockets of penance
from lovers in wretched remorse
confined to colluded delusion
where atrium gardens once grew
as swift as a handful of arils
denied every season its bloom
a lulling lament left them hardened
as reason complied with dissent
and gloom granted fools divine ardor
where stars perch upon moons crescent
having read
the words
i had written
i lay somber
in solitude
soft strands
of sorrow
trace
this weary face
unable to understand
the nature
of perception
painting
my known reality
in scenes
of dormant verve
where torment falls
into tedium’s abyss
this resignation
squanders
the heart’s of men
quashing freed spirits
these tears are more
than salted dew
they whisper
thoughts
of hopeless wander
knowing
their fate
to be forsaken
swaddled in
this brimming cauldron
of cacophonous echoes
refused
their final
resting place
that lay within
your heart
what sorrow
this truth
weighs upon me
for i have come
to comprehend
its toll
as winter
now descends
brisk and bright
with snow-blanched walls
i fall
to find the fears
from which i have
forever fled
surround me
in my umbral journey
i have nothing
present
to pacify
the passing
hours
and prudence,
ever the afterthought
yet
here i lay
drenched
in tears
that draw
but one
conclusion
the illusion
of now
is the illustration
that streaks across
my mind’s eye
like light
that lived
so long ago
now soaring
above silent shadows
to show the truth
of temporal permanence
this
you have awakened
within me
i can only watch
as perfumed petals
waft
from roseate lips
flaxen strands at angles errant
dangle draped in fine translucence
lucid lines trace shapes ensconcing
winsome ways awash in whispers
all the almond’s fond azure
paragon of floret’s dew
sinuous tresses weaved in waters
worlds away from whence she watched
passive paramour of plight
plunging into astral pools
solitude that stings with piercing
as she sings her song of tears
pensively a passive pondering
wanders through the prism spire
spoken naught in uttered earnest
turning over tides of trine
having just awoken from a truth
none dare to dream
i reveled in the feeling
of an old familiar friend
for once the house that held this heart
had found itself a home
inhabited by every hapless moment
rapt in youth
i felt a warmth so radiant
where smiles wore freedom’s linger
the foreign touch of fingers
poised to praise and not condemn
i wandered through the shifting walls
of visions so uplifting
while drifting in between
the conscious states that fate once held
a gentle hand was guiding me
through windows of perception
with eyes of every fabled tale
of caring and concern
many arms were reaching out
that left no sting of burden
and words were spoken
with a calming comfort and relief
in this fixed expression of release
like peals of fulgurance
strike every version’s revelations
voiced of your reflection
with resonance, they ring out
to floresce in all dimensions
through broken mirrors
of latent introspection
two in the morning
the hour of unmooring
and sordid self-sanctified litanies of lament
a restless contortion condemned
to weak flesh
And pensive delusions
of dreams death and somnolence
vying for conquest compliant
in courtship of heaven’s duress
with static distortion
the cries since impending
have rendered the dawn sempiternally unsound
as whispers she once left
to toil within
the tempest eye
where the star’s
lonesome hearts dwell
on waves of her lips
wisps of wistful prose
haunting perception
felled cowardice kisses
transmuted
adrift between boundaries
of bold indecision
dare told by none
writhing long
in scorching depths
arriving at naught
but poise fraught with a bold thought
to win the morn
a toll was then taken
far greater than fate
inundating our soul
end this e’er incessant stream
of penance prying open seams
with hypervigilance unspoken
stowed amid a solstice dream
halt this hallowed grand illusion
bending will with blind intrude
bleeding onto open canvas
tapestries of hope construed
stay thy tongue of saintly affect
straying from each painted breath
brushing bold projections thrust
beyond the surface tension’s depth
swallow all the seas between us
stinging erstwhile tears of trust
lost in sallow shores born waning
scars implore fomenting rust
sink into the brink of madness
tingling impingent caress
ere we held this cursed congress
acquiescing fear’s duress
in the interim entangled
dangling whims will surely shed
sans decorum, sowing unheard
cries of autumn blur, bereft
silent shrills
spilled forth like flies
from graves of eager repose
dolent will
crept from her eyes
in waves of welling woe
stoically
a stolen bliss
of esoteric air
stranded long
as loss bestilled
mesmeric songs drew tears
sycamores
loomed nigh as night
blew fickle wafts of clove
trickling
illuminously
from aloft the sloe
felidae entwine my spirit
framed in frozen timeworn heights
such fate falls but once and only
molecules meet tongue in haste
curse this mind of echoed refuse
not allowing facile form
feelings of effusive freedom
bear no call to fault obscured
solace finds me in our silence
lost dimensions shift in shadows
lifting upward with release
let us now slip into slumber
crucial is the word we ravish
flushed, our lips defy known rapture
press your precious pith devoutly
pallid flesh smites potent implore
oh my noble lexic seraph
so do i adore thy mooring
tears of urgent surging wells
arrive us on the tide’s reprieve
needn’t are we to besiege
each of our own affliction’s ire
for we are as we ever shall be
bonding infinite depiction
when i turn to see your face
in imprints left behind
foreign shapes of shallow depth
sow shifting rifts through time
false impressions follow paths
alluding truths unknown
straying from our trail of tears
to find me here, alone
as stone erodes ‘neath gushing stream
all that stood to endure
would crumble fast to fill the cracks
of figments now obscured
languishing in hope abandoned
lost in reverie
vanquished, all but one memento
burning on my sleeve
adrift in each moment
her tempestuous waters writhing
beneath skies which she granted her garden of hues
in fading horizons
define earth from heaven
concealed amid coppice
hedge sodden shores strewn
spring forth strands of stardust
felled fast on her shoulder
as desert winds balmy lift spiralling plumes
on journeys unspoken
unknown to mere men
in glacial abandon on axis exiled
and tropical canopies bursting with breath
encompassing spectrums
infinity’s view
she trembles in trenches
untouched by the sun
to shift the foundation
with fury fomenting
ascending to heights
said to humble the beholden
unfurling as scrolls inscribed with tales tragic
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