Crystal shards dot the landscape
My lover’s eyes are like stars
which shine on through the matrices
reflecting off each and every one of her vertices
a glistening light - like hope
through the darkened night – as my home
Yet my home is not my home
as the onslaught of vicious, biting, bitter winds,
she cannot stand
and so, she marches on, without me –
alone.
Still my mistress visits in my dreams
a tortuous sentence, of eternal dread
that life may not be what could have been –
regret.
And so, my blood runs thin and my heart is cold
I am sick at heart, corrupted in my mind
the devil’s seed planted by the archer
struck through the heart.
It’s not an art
But a self-inflicted state
No performance
But a self-loathing hate
It’s love But not love
For my lover is all that I seek
and yet all that can never be.
By fate’s cruel decree
she and I, together,
may forever be temporary.
Goodbye my love,
till the day I may cast gaze over your eyes again
or till the day that you will forever be,
nothing but a dear friend.
