fully, yet at the same time so hollow and barren. An
ethereal glow; chrysalis cracked, flashes of long ago
of words and actions long forgotten reminisced with regret.
I rue the time I had to create memories and laughs,
with a person so special but now heavens apart.
I see what we had and realize what I lacked;
but can you know time's worth before it's out of your hands?
Beguiling reality dawns upon this mortal soul,
the miracle of time evident as the face in the mirror
cringes with ineffable pain at the wrinkles each tragedy
brought; affliction that words of loved ones caused.
Oh how these poets believe in the power of words;
describe great epics of heaven and earth.
But how come they forget their power to degrade?
For all the words of beloved did was teach me hate.
Memories; ephemeral moments fleeting on a blank
screen as mind voices facts and thoughts like a
ballroom for unseen performances and beyond.
What is love, and what is it to have loved, I ask.
Is love nothing more than lust—a mere façade?
Like a masquerade in a downtown pub,
or is loving the art of creating memories to be treasured,
even when you and your beloved are heavens apart?
Hiraeth for hands that once offered solace, vision
shifts as pop-dots of sparkle fill time's spaces.
Petrichor emanating from the rapidly drying grass;
cascading waves marking memories of sweet and sour,
smell of the salty ocean alive with lost souls beneath,
the fleecy clouds sauntering the limitless heavens.
And as I stare at the resting place of my beloved deceased,
I wonder if passing of the one causes love to cease.
My mind strays to what'd change my life,
I see the homeless I'd ignored on the seaside;
I remember how I'd forgotten the birds during summertime;
tears run for I hated my parents all this time.
Alas! There's an entire universe I've forsaken.
My own hazel eyes criticize the features once praised, catalogued
in brain. Dead eyes looked back at a body you call alive. I turn my
face away as the reflection mocks my failed attempts at life.
Black by ~ Aqua ~ Turning a New Page
Blue by Naveed
Form: Free Verse