Cloaked in the mists of emerald,
A drop of rain on your lips,
A gleam in your ageless whiskey eyes,
You arch in me,
...
I walk along his grave,
the same obsidian headstone
gleaming in sun
his name carved in archaic letters
...
I am curled in a ball,
Shivering with rage,
And he crouches in front of me,
His eyes saying all
...
For you I am just a ghost,
Washed ashore the banks of shadow,
And you never look at me,
In the same way you ignored me before.
...
Castigation it was
A grave offendous sin
To be wanted, to be loved,
To have a soul that felt
...
She flies from her nest,
In search of a thorn tree,
She can’t rest
Until she has found one finally.
...
Running hastily in the gardens
How I fell and scraped my knees
Amid those roses and hyacinths
And I used to cry
...
Her hair long, blonde and red,
Fanning across the velvet white,
Satin sheets draping her body,
Moon creating a halo of light.
...
Someday so far, far away,
You seem to remember me,
In all the mundane things you see,
It’s a sorrow, eclipsed by past,
...