Relic
“In the burnt meadow of love see life beautiful bloom in the relic of memory” – Quote by Poet
In the expanse of yearning of my fervent sky
I let the enraptured songbird of heart soar high,
glide in the spring-rippled amorous breeze,
bring your fragrance to me through blooming trees.
The sunburst dawn splashed the spectrum of ecstasy,
blossomed the dormant euphoria dreams for me
in the domain of depthless desire that kept burning on,
I didn’t see the dark cloud slither in the slate horizon.
The torrent of darkness in the stream of night
carried away my essence of longing out of sight.
I couldn’t hold your hands and feel your grace,
for you freed yourself from my ardent embrace.
Splintered in the threshold of the tarnished twilight,
in the vortex of turmoil I saw the debris of my delight
disappear in the anguished storm I couldn’t bear.
Demolished, I was sucked into the void of despair.
Expectations disappeared unfulfilled, hit me hard,
unkept promises flung blows of torment inward.
The fire of the wild burnt my mangled mind,
blazed the tender time with you, I would never find.
Through the billowing smoke stifling and blinding,
I came out of the ruin, saw the beauty of life charming.
Before my ember conscience burnt the soul esoteric,
I rose self-consoled from the ashes of memory relic.
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