Dark-Brown Crystal Lakes

The day had tenderly gone missing
As a subtle hedgerow planted millenniums ago
Outside unhearing to the constant substance of the song
Subsiding to a monotonous beep thus downward came the snow

Flowing from dark-brown crystal lakes
Her soft leaves lines were mere riverbeds,
From lazuline flowing to coral turning
Each transient drop reduced to unbroken shreds
Bewitched by a insanely consuming longing
She had expected for lifetime dreams,
Overlooking that even rain has a purpose
And nothing is as perfect as it usually seems.
Dripping from their concave surface as they arose
Once day-light rivers, now conveying languished water,
Springing in silent enchantment from the depths above
Streaming down slowly soon to become etherized matter.
One thousand lustful kisses shall fail to erase L*ve
Being this the last chapter to a chaste spirit’s tome
Beyond the window flocks of hearts beckoned
The fluttering tension residing inside the dome
The night had draw nigh as She reckoned:
“No stuttered laugh will replace these tears
And no taint shall be obtained from mere delight
No narrowed dim hideaway for these fears
Nor frontier of dawn ending the sterile night
A tarnished scratch next to an ashen memory
One short whimper for a sweet moment entombed
And this hastily becomes a forgotten scenery
To the one to whom my heart once belonged,
You shall pay with my blessing of blood”.
When the late night transversed a stellar dimension
Sliding from Her boughs came a crimson flood
Into a reservoir of unmentionable perfection
Offering to which a flower-bed patiently collected
Poetry diffused on each droplet slow motioned fall
Inside a marathon of rivers feeling’s infected
The cycle of star-born children echoed its call
Migrating from passages of grey clouds overseas
Her phantom then benignly revealed his presence
Whose amazement soothed the whispers of the trees
Tossing me back to the first moment intense
of geminated souls that knew not how to do wrong
And oceans of colour bathing our docile sight
Whilst unaware birds sang their harmonious song,
Under a tender spring’s sun of pristine bright.
I dreamt to touch the contours of Her sweet face
Above the verdant bandstand of waving branches
Concealed in the perpetuity of a romantic’s embrace
Past the vague curtains in fields of zephyr dances
Solitary Azaleas in sullen muteness then did say:
“We know the pain of too much affection torn apart,
We are acquainted with the grief of breathing to stay
As resigned shades caught in an emotional trap
Destined to a pasture of golden gestures in rewind
Listening, waiting for steps that delay to arrive
When indeed we felt with feelings above divine
Please fulfill our only true wish, through…”

…Broken dialogue with flowers as sunlight replaced the slumber
Outside the weary snow ceased as time enticed the river’s tide
Even though breathing continuously tends to increase
We will still be carrying a ghost inside.

N. Ego
by joel nachio