The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible. ~Vladimir Nabakov

Monday, June 15, 2009

Fading to Inhale

In one breath we shared
Upon cross we both stared
Taking care to assist and aid
Did not know light would fade
Endless are these days ahead
Unable eating sacred bread
Reliving a pain I once felt
As by crucifixion knelt

So far away you do exist
Scratching desires of my list
Your soul seeks to apprehend
Cannot reach your others hand
Yet fly with brand new wings
Free soaring bird angel sings
In tunnel of light for love
My one newborn dove

Oh why have you forsaken
Our born divinity undertaken
Within sparks of glorious adore
Forever reaching endlessly more
Still you live breathing so brave
Here I alone lay in mortal grave
In still black darkness found
Of sadness so profound

Only toxic fumes now rule
In this my circle stands a fool
Jester dressed for all to delight
Painted smile from tearful sight
Pleasing the soul always teasing
Awaiting a breath in wheezing
Terrified living another day
Without my half astray

History lives once more
In horror rewound for adore
Breaking tired of the shaking
High on love heart is quaking
Of wound departed by a spear
Yet it was forced out of fear
Forgiveness flows in tears
As my fallen angel nears

Gasping air in loving reach
Have failed a lesson to teach
With lust quenching lethal burn
Only one I was suppose to learn
Remotely is my brilliance fading
As crystals freeze by cascading
Once I was light oh so bright
Now am far out of sight

Inhale this my last breath
Unaware you fed my stealth
There's nothing left of essence
A knifed fading incandescence
Betrayal has been my violence
Along this one graven silence
Through vast space in time
In this breathing rhyme