First
light
and my
sorrow breaks.
My
permanence maliced somber
from a
once stringent assurance
that
wedded love would true my soul-
now
mounds the meadows in mass and strips
helled
across the coming dawn.
Now loss
haunts my spirit
and
venom’s my heart,
banishing
me from
my Eden’s
radiant queen.
My dear
Paramour,
my
glimmering angel
of
sapphired cliffs,
is
invisibled away-
inversing
my paradise
into
lasting woes.
My eyes
stare locked
on the
flickering light
that
flames in remembrance
at her
bedroom window.
With
passions flawed
I pollute
my soul
into a
feign of reason.
She will
bestow herself
at the
quiet casement
to prove
to me
that all
is well
and will
forever be.
But the
panes shadow empty
and I
love in vain.
Truth has
resurrected itself
across
the morning plain
and its
judgment commands the day.
Paramour
will never venture
another
stratum of sun.
Never
glory the night with rapture
or fill
my arms with enchanting grace.
Her form,
the very
standing eloquence of love,
now
whispers away
into an
ocean cavern
and
mutiny’s against
all that
was strived forward for the beatific face.
I
remember the moment so vivid
when the
sign of heartache scalded my breast.
Like a
captain in the crow’s nest
that sees
the tumultuous storm
empired
dark before his eyes.
I walked
the forest lawns
that
crooked the hills
when a
darkness struck my soul.
A field
of blackbirds
omened
the wind
washing
an ominous flight
over what
will come.
With the
sounds of their fluttering wings
and
funeraled screams
I knew a
portent of tears
had been
fathered
and
melancholy’s woe
would
assault my being
and turn
once happiness
into a
chaos of rubble.
I hurried
in haste
to my
revered’s side
to warn
her of the wilds
that
tombs the night-
but I was
too late!
She was
dead.
Seized by
the warring red griffin
that
reins down all the sorrow that
lids the
eyes shut,
fostering
my internal rivers
to
torrent rage.
Now all I
have of her image are memories and words
that I
recite in cries and bursts-
with a
silent goodbye
being her
saddest verse.
