Perhaps loving is leaving
2 September 2015
The winds blow chilly
When the days fill with silence
And sun only sets
The evening breeze
Fights its way to howling plain
Where spirits fly free
In gyrating dance
Chill meets with warmth relentless
Throb in ear races
Warm airborne displays
Reverberating through space
Ring harsh to pained ears
Soothing melodies
Of distant smooth orchestras
Play of jazz acid
Healing occlusion
Chewing on the memories
Will frees so hasten
Sporadic succumbs
To a lady called Constance
Who in mind swells slow
Faceless and ardent
She shall read a book of names
Uncovering you
Spelling you out loud
I rebuild your nerve structure
As it fills my eyes
As my heart fluttered
You swam under my lashes
Tainted my cheeks black
The landscapes melted
Cool water met with high flames
That surged in my soul
Two swans necked gracious
Symbiotic reunion
Bond everlasting
My eye observed thrilled
Orange on black on snow-white
That rainbow hues dwarves
Alas swans did part
Perhaps loving is leaving
Another rebirth
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