Henrique Ankerkrone Caldas

Dear Venus of my Heart,

The Solstice of blue, once flourishing with fiery flowers red, the petals of our garden froze. The chimney of our cabin of dreams, ambitious as Alexander's attainments, pops with the fog of the remnants of heat. We used to defy the now frozen roaring raging river of time and drink from the abstract notion of forever. For me, it felt like years embracing the elation of our entangled hearts, despite the days that went by. But reality is a grey mirror, and, in a hoard of wretched ways, I wronged you. Our Ecstasy, even extremely enlivening, was fleeting in behalf of my secret despair.
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A mellow nose
Gorgeous as the moon
Mirrored in the lagoon
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In a field of red roses by the lake,
A white rose calls up to the sun
With her beautiful petal scarf
And her cheerful smile
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'Why did you do this for me? ' He asked. 'I don't deserve it. I've never done anything for you.' 'You have been my friend, ' replied Charlotte. 'That in itself is a tremendous thing.'
- E.B. White Charlotte's' web

Blooming violet, ghost
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To the prayers who mourn
and to the mourners who pray
To ‪the seekers‬ of faith
as to believe, warmth bring it may
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To the once blooming violet, is it true?
Will she succumb her petals to the burden of time?
Will I be witness to the ripples of this crime?
Is the storm to drown her in skies darkened blue?
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Flowing under winter
Is the warmth of a fading love
That once was on the surface
But now struggles to be shone
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Part I
The night, no moon in the sky
The wind, full force as to fly
The cold, as to numb the blood
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'Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens.'
- J.R.R. Tolkien
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Out of deep sorrow for the loss of my muse
The machine stops to recapture its stasis
Stolen by the unrequited idea of this mirage,
The scarlet tic toc craves pristine amuse
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Mellow sunrised.
The dew of the afternoon high light.
Paradise sunset.
Tuscany, Marigold, Chartreuse, Caramel.
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I.
The moon, above, winks
with crimson serenity.
A dark, blinding light
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Our Hummingbirds dance
Breezing past the crystal dawn
Until their wings stop
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-Woods
Drafts piercing stiff wood
In a gale of falling change
Young trees come to bear
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A transparent touch
Through soaked silks, sun-bathed legs, tanned
Gingerly teasing
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Do tell me why I cannot stop this suite
With you in my staccato reverie;
Why I cannot hear you in memory
Yet feel the phantom throb of poison, sweet.
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A cave of marvels lies incongruous,
Which wreaks me ever close to my demise.
An umbral fate awaits—bleak torturous—
Yet from dispirited duress, I rise.
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So many misadventures-dolls, lamps, toys-
In our shared reverie, youth simple, sold
To their dominion lawless, a "farewell"
Is what I tell their silvered solace minds
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Daisy is darling, Iris is sweet
Lily is lovely, Blossom's a treat
— Frank Sinatra "American Beauty Rose"
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I see their reflection shift around this broken order
In this world of mad enchanters, where there is no order

I hear the gasps of weighted spirits beclouding windows
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