as I ride out the storm

silver framed perfection cracked,
into a thousand mirrors,
our broken reflections stare blankly
from the shards crashing like brutal waves
as I try desperately to ride out the storm
of the pandora’s box opened by your love
my hidden mementos splashed in the maelstrom
of your emotions —
my past annihilated
by your mere presence

…I do not have the force to fight you
I have no choice but to love you…

my peaceful heavens, forsaken now in this turmoil
the illumination, dimmed briefly from my private stars
and ghosts returning from past affections
find those multiple images scattered in the tears of joyous
melodies in bloom, songs blossoming, celestial harmonies uniting
assuring the safe passage between your electrifying heart
and my timid soul
this turbulence, this incertitude,
this excitement, are the weary costs of conflict
between your fiery strength and my dwindling resistance

and we gaze into the broken pieces of leaded glass
we discover ourselves among friends, multi-faceted,
but strangely familiar,
have the fragments left from the roses of victory
shed their thorns
and is their perfume inebriating enough
to convince me of the path you offer so willingly?



as I ride out the storm
[2007.10.2…a]
Written for Lexi’s Poetry Challenge