..with a unmeasurable gravity, each tear was pulled from me. My soul, body and shadow, holding onto every drop of our memory. Remorse for a world now thrown to darkness as all lunar spells retreat. Storms bring rain of serrated aqua as lightning rakes this tragedy.

(The veil became the gate).

So quickly did milenia past, eons flashed seconds as we witnessed countless planets born.
Hand in hand, heart with heart, foolish species fall as each world is furiously torn.

(Without a pulse, they kept hearts beating)

As humans we walked this Earth, whispering Promethean thoughts to chosen fates. I still remember mapping the stars with constellation names. Together, entwined, promising forever as you captured the first autumn leaf in flight. The kiss we shared under the silver waterfall we create love as the portrait moon ignites.

(Her memory feels ceramic, smooth, cool and fragile).

The image of her holding flowers gathered from other worlds colored a polaroid dream. Even her hair; finer than silk, every strand different colors of a rainbow Persephone. A fragrance circled the ether around her with the sweetest valentine wings. She is the sacred pattern of pedals in Eden, my sunrise eyes, dream light closings.
This angel stepped from heaven, eyes shaped into reflective glass. All mirrors show only her and a glowing halo biblical Candlemas..

(Every star of the universe, none would shine this night)

Blinded dilation of sin, she was drowned beneath tales of a forbidden atlantis. A tomb of her passion, no stories, voices, no songs played its cadence. Submerged in my heart, a demeter moon holding a spell.
Anamorphic veins in my body howling from a ocean of hell.

(Thirsting for poison, still wanting more).

Imagine a heaven, then walk it alone. Think of winter snow, without embracing cold.
Picture the brightest moon, separated from midnight. Take those feelings, and think of my life. In the gardens of thorned Eden our words became interred
A gathering of unread poems where our tongues became blurred. Your sins spoken, blackened by a vanitous sun
The final symphonies of salvation ripped from the pages of love. compass hardened, magnetic pulls now weak, buried under winter blankets and frost evergreens. A singing chorus rounded mourning songs within a rhythm of souls
This epitaph of eternal love that will
never let go. "Her voice replayed, as the day would end, of a time I had forgotten, a .....time......
........when........."

© Midian