That night you were shining as the flowing light of a million stars aligning, or so my tortured mind perceived, as I hoped myself worthy to hold the rainbowed flowers painted golden at sunset. Only those midnight shadows dared to touch your face, perfectly chilled to an icy clarity, rejecting the touch of all others, denying them the ‘honor’ to grace your frozen flesh. The wind swept your raven locks o’er your eyes ripe with tormented sights, I wish that I had shut mine own and turned away ere the pain or permanent separation from who we were, unbearable extinction of all that was within in, closed off from all that is within you, denied my every hearts’ desire. I wallow in the misery here, in this place without you, without the shining light of your being, cursing the bones of the soul upon whom you shine that cold, fierce light. I own nothing of this poem, as the words are a twisted perversion of what I read, consumed, and spat out from my pain.
Since my poetry collection is available again, I’ve decided to post one more poem out of this collection for you. I hope you’ll enjoy it.
You Are Shining
Tonight you are shining.
As you gaze at me, I feel the rivers rushing and the stars aligning.
I feel as worthy of you as I am to see rainbows, and flowers, and sunsets.
I see the midnight shadows touch your face and it fills me with envy.
Who do they think they are to dare to touch such perfection?
As if anything or anyone is worthy to have such an honor.
The windswept vision of your dark hair falling across your face torments me.
To be pulled away from you, to close my eyes even for a moment shall be too much to bear.
I love all that is within you with all that is within me.
To behold you is…
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