The Stars Flickered a Flame,
In a Black Candle of Eternity,
Her sombre Heart,
Is Draped in his Angel Wings,
And her Breath Lives Through his
The ocean lashes upon a solitary shore, and her sanity is tossed around like the washed-up seashells.
The watery whirlwind swept her off her feet, and as she crashes forward, she feels his sweet capture.
Like the caged bird, returning to its master, her devotion stretches across a scarlet horizon.
Surrendering under a golden coin in a permanent wishing well, she tastes his breath upon her face, and like a dream, she places a kiss upon his angel eyes.
A Desperate Plead,
Failure to thwart Time’s Legacy,
That fear of Raw Seclusion,
So the Fire dies at Winter’s dawn,
Her heart Hibernates until His return
The moon gave birth to beads of light, and nature’s endurance hung them in the night’s ebony sky.
The aftermath of his departure lingers on, taunting her reflection in the calm, mirrored ocean, marking his absence.
The cherubs’ silver teardrops fell upon her and sparkled like heavenly stars among her dark tresses.
Pain’s symphony intoxicated her spirit, and a lullaby of grief kissed her to sleep.
