A cracked mirror offers no visage upon
which to look as distorted views and edgy
domains cross paths between thunder claps
quick the protruding eye rolls haphazardly back
into a dry socket only to stick like splinters
Whilst dawn creeps over the horizon,
a brilliantly shining orb - the Sun -
dances with a yawn
to chase away the dead spiders
strewn across a dew covered lawn.
Your visage plays softly on my mind,
"His Tears Are The Rain"
An autopsy revealed
the cause of demise;
a heart so broken,
now never to rise.
Healthy vital organs
were all they found;
a paragon of fitness,
His strength profound.
Lain low by sadness,
his spirit shattered;
love he possessed
was all that mattered.
He worshiped his lady,
unaware of her schemes;
she used his devotion,
tread upon all dreams.
When her duplicity
came into the light,
he clutched his heart;
fell prey to her spite.
His afflicted spirit
still feels the pain;
His tears are the rain.
You tread lightly upon my heart
but always, I feel the warmth.
No summer's shimmer compares
with the beat of your aura
conjoined with mine. Passages
of time spent alone color my soul
bleak; only your hand upon
my eternity grants me a smile.
If moments were decades still
our love would phase away far
too quickly, truly... you
are my reason for survival
in a world lost to the decency
of honor, praise and respect.
Your delicate whispers touch
deep; I sense you in each sunrise
as I bask in your love, absolutely.
Each refreshed dawn is a renewal
of vows we shared when the universe
was birthed; our love unashamed.
My soul mate, love, my reason
for continued breaths...take
my adoration, hold it close
and know I will always love you.
Petals In The Snow
As the chill of winter weighs heavy on this burdened
heart ... I have succumbed to those moments when
your presence lingers with me ... when I'm able to
rest in the serenity of your whispers and the comfort
of your embrace; I surrendered my heart under the
breath of a summer sky so long ago ... and even
now when all that remains are crimson petals
cast upon a blanket of snow ...
it's still yours
Though you're gone I can never release sweet
memories that remain etched in my soul so
devotedly ... it's your breath I feel when I lie
in bed at night ... it's your warmth that delivers
me from night chills that would otherwise freeze
forever any thoughts of happiness; I cannot be
sad when I sense you near ... I am numb to
death's icy tendrils and brush them off like
unwanted snowflakes upon my heart ...
it's ever you I seek
My eternal love you have ... a devotion that
time nor distance can ever diminish ... immortal
sentiments that will draw me close to you should
the days rest heavy and my spirit grow weary;
hush me in the realm of your wings and carry me
gently in those moments when I reach for you ...
when I long to be held and my soul aches
for your touch
Never will I believe you're truly gone from me; I
cannot see your precious smile yet it remains my
constant companion ... when I close my eyes and
tears stream from memories of our last moments
together I feel your love surround me ... snuggled
in the want of you ... I find peace and the will to
continue to follow ... wherever your spirit
Walk with me through days
of sorrow and times of joy ...
Stay with me ... as close
as each beat of my heart ...
I promised my love to you under the warmth of
an August sun long ago ... and even now through
these days of scarlet petals in the snow until the
hour I draw my last breath ...
it will always be yours
and Stephanie (MattNJake1)
Enduring are the moments when the heart dwells
in silence; when every turn resembles the one
last taken and footsteps fall and echo against
the solitude; here in this existence where love
once reigned; where peace was found a
whisper away from your embrace.
Where did the roses go? Their fragrance so
fair upon my conscious as a reminder of days
when you lifted me up from a dissonant life;
confusion replaced with blessed tranquility.
Sleeping with your form molded into my
heart I felt invincible; now I'm weak,
crippled with dissociated emotions.
Distant are the memories now and so soft the
voice that used to beckon me when I had lost
my way; no longer am I found in the hush of
sentiments laid tenderly upon moonlit skin
or in the cradle of sighs surrendered upon
a bed of crimson petals; now every path
looks the same and none of them
have led me back to you.
Why has fate swept you away? My soul
is no longer vibrant; it thrived only in your
beloved presence. Hearts cannot be beguiled
when every beat is for the other; please let
not the rain settle heavily in separated futures.
Desperate is my plea for our time was ever
finite; the weary moon has begun its descent.
Precious are these reflections that tether me to
you in the long hours before dawn; those where
your touch continues to reside a breath away
from peace; where your kiss remains brushed
in the ache of remembrances upon parched lips.
I find you in the stillness that wraps
around my heart - in the quiet respite
of crimson petals as they fall in
glass houses built from our
Fragile reminders of a past spent in
your embrace ... leaving an eternity
spent dying in moments.
A Rick (LostInEternity99) and