If..... Poem by Lydia Martin

If four green moons rose above an autumn sky,
I would not ask why.
If morning awoke oozing purple murder,
I would never cry.
Long is the road that curves unbending,
A waiting game of no foundation.
Strong is the rock of no imagination,
A belief of truth forever, unending.
But if golden circles of trust lie broken,
Sepia clouds will descend on weakened souls.
A rainbow’s purity, tattered and blemished.
Blue hued diamonds, stolen, destroyed and scattered.
Therefore nothing exists in eternity
And life is but a dream of futility
If eyes of obedience seek out innocence,
Where black shrouded glances disguise foreclosure.
Stolen thoughts of secret pleasure,
Lie bereft of night’s exposure.
Betrayed by words devoid of beauty,
I clasp the silken gown of darkness.
Hiding crushed hopes of passions’ last breath,
I wander lost under loves’ duress.