Heaven's missing an Angel
S p a r k s
of magic
g l i s t e n
beyond ice and fire,
as you are the balmy flare
that never dims~
amidst the rolling
ferris of fate…
Tonight… I write your name
on Hathor’s crown of the sycamore sunset,
with majestic beams of lotus lakes~
epitomizing the empyrean,
for I feel the fervency that surrounds
your presence,
while the mountains veil the milky-quartz light
above the valleys of the Nile
where Cleopatra’s crescent
shimmers in sync
to the mellifluous memories of our love~
that feared not the scorpio haze of sandstorms.
O beloved,
when silence
engulfs the deserted dreamscape,
I hear the suppressed songs
reverberating within your moonstone mind~
stirring my sleepless stars,
to rise and burn in tourmaline tones
of timeless twilight,
as you’ve found the rippling
route to my sea-deep haven,
that awaits your embrace,
while I float like dust
of a nocturnal nebula,
longing to caress the tenderness
of your butterfly skin,
cradling this chrysalis heart,
when hope feels like an alienated
metaphor of misery and melancholy.
Yet, I see you,
through the darkness that dwells
in the cave of dusks,
and words we wrote
are the sonorous lyrics
that nightingales croon,
a reminder from heaven
that you are an alluring adjective
that fits between
synonyms of eternity;
there you swayed and swirled,
there you were in the season of winged stillness.
O bejeweled azure,
I ponder, are you a feather
from the Elysian?
The smile you wear resembles white topaz,
like the silhouette of jasmines
splattering golden wine
upon forlorn fields,
as heaven’s missing an angel,
ushering me to dance to
the sound of ferocious winds.
Who am I to question the stained stones of
destiny?
I breathe and I break~
I am mere human,
dressed in empathetic elements of emeralds
and ashes of forsaken love.
But if I were to dream in a glass casket
of black dahlias,
remember,
you’ve always been my strength.
I will forever be the shadow that never
abandons you,
walking beside you~
like a galaxy of kismet kisses.
So, when I am gone,
if the world suffocates
your fragile psyche,
close your eyes, inhale serenity,
soaked in sandalwood scents.
There, beneath dancing diamonds
and crawling clouds,
you’ll feel my spirit,
as you are my
muse
and
music,
poetry that tamed
the epileptic phase of romance
like a perpetual paroxysm,
conquering Lilith’s liberation.
~ You are the p o e t i c pulse I feel
through ink and r a i n ~
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