i) The wraith of a sun floats
Above the horizon, phosphenes
In the eyes of god(s). Astral lights
Exhale; the dawn zephyr reaches
Down from the new-born heavens
(Reincarnated every morning)
And kisses the soil, and you shrouded
In your bud decides to unfurl -
Breathing to synodic rhythms.
ii) Perhaps you were the rose the
Nightingale decided to pierce it's throat
On, all for the sake of love.
You were a romantic, an idealist, a
Dreamer. The world would turn slower
For you when you believed; fireflies
Flitting in the shadowy spaces between your
Fingers, and we'd watch the night turn
Robin-blue as the moonlight bathed you
In a halo. You were a goddess with nebulae
In your wake, but in your own reflection
You only saw incandescence that hurt your
Retina, and you shied away.
iii) We are all born with fire in our
Lungs and stars in our eyes; yet
Senescence is woven into our bones
And subject to entropy's ceaseless
Current, the same way the corners
Of the pelagic expanse swallows
Our footprints, murmuring ancient
Hymns from the deep, as old as Time,
Yet ephemeral as tides.
iv) Perhaps you were the rose the
Prince fell madly for, but you didn't need
A prince, just someone to treat you like
A princess. You lived together in a small
Hiding-place within the woods, your
Own planet, a tryst that could fit in the palms
Of your hands. But you cut yourself on
Your thorns, and you wondered whether
The wounds would fester and poison you
From the inside out.
(You were afraid of falling, you were afraid
Of rotting from the inside out.)
v) You were a bairn of mornings,
Your petals soaked with the spectrum
Of the arching skies. We are inborn
Nephologists, with a curiosity that
Overflows the boundaries of the backyard,
Finding universes in the minutiae. But
Nothing gold can stay, and your gold
Beckoned to dragons. You found monsters
Not under your bed, but making a den in
vi) Efflorescent. You'd drift into a sloom,
Boreal cirrus your nest. I don't know
How many nights you cried yourself to
Sleep, not wanting to see the day you
Wilt, the sepia-tinged memories encroaching
Like rust, and you can't run from the
Shadows cast by your own light.
vii) Remember the story I told you about
Icarus? Maybe then did you decide
Gravity was your ally and you mused about
What your eulogies would be like. But
All I saw were your rose-colored atmospheres;
I couldn't see your desinences behind your
Radiant smiles. You wandered alone in the
Wilderness of your mind, beaten by
Roaring waves that threatened to swallow
You alive, the brine blinding you.
viii) Perhaps you were the rose that thought
She was negligible, only one of millions of
Those cold specks of light, too far away
To mean anything anymore. You told me The worst things in life come free to us
You whispered if you love me let me go,
So from cloud 9 you decided to plummet
As a shooting star -
The seconds froze as you shed your final
Layers in a supernova, and like a phoenix
You blinked out into naught but ashes.
ix) That's when your pulse flickered
(It's too cold outside
For angels to fly,
For angels to die
x) And now I'm left alone by myself
Watching cerulean light diffusing from the
Witching hours, wondering why couldn't
I've talked you down. I don't know how
To save a life, so this posthumous
Cenotaph falls only on deaf ears
(Can you hear me?
You don't gain a single thing from misery)
I wish I could've been the lighthouse
To guide you home from the dark
Waters, to tell you that it doesn't matter
If you lost your crown to shipwrecks,
Because you can always be king again.
In my eyes you were euthanized by
Your own hands, the same hands
That let ink flow across paper like
In my eyes you smile, your breath
Drifting into the ripened harvest moon
Like a flock of birds, using the stars
As their guide.
In my eyes you are sempiternal,
In the way you lived and laughed and
Loved, and I am blessed to have been
Able to stand in your radiance, albeit
Only for a fleeting moment, but
I'm grateful for our little infinity.Thank you.
May lights guide you wherever you wander.
for an eccedentesiastO diaphanous dawn;
The stars birth cerulean li(ght/fe),
Sun rises, carpe diem.