This Empty Page.For here still lies this empty page
No strokes of love nor scrawls of rage
Of yellowed white in candlelight
It speaks of naught but dust and age.
Fingerprints do smudge its face
Of tender touch when I would trace
Crisp cut edges long since frayed
While words of love within me stayed.
For now my eyes reflect its fate
Love bloomed within but spoke too late
And though frail fingers grip my quill
This ghostly page is empty still.
Whispered feelings lost to night
As phantom thoughts waltz out of sight
Failed; my heart in it's crimson cage
For here still lies this empty page...
The Price of Immortality.Listen to him whisper; Melodic sonnets
The boy that dreams within the Rose
In his solitude his petals are sealed
And thorns chained in ice bear his woes.
Winter has kissed him immortal
His beauty, though coveted, unconquered by death
Frozen too soon, entombed under the moon
He is warmed by your gentle breath.
Your fingers caress crimson crystal
Though velvet do they yearn to know
They ache to surpass this dividing glass
To save him from this grave of snow.
But he is far too delicate
And your hands, though soft, are too much
The warmth of your heart does but taint precious art
As he withers beneath your touch.
Epiphany.I watched the Sun rise and expose all the lies
Of one cloaked in calico fabric(ation).
In that moment of illumination
All was crystal clear
That they knew nothing..
..Nothing at all.
The Chinese LanternI wrote your name
-First, middle and last-
And like ebony veins it seeped within
Satin soft scarlet paper.
The night whispered mine
And I followed
Ignited with the flame of my love;
I watched my heart fly..
..Through constellations of silent stars.