A Restless Remembrance

Beyond the scope of my adolescent dreams

To the stars my eyes may wonder and of the stars

A gift that can transcend the elegance of the universe

Where are we in time?

Who are we in this lonesome space?

Tell me as the embers proceeding from a summer’s flame fade

In the journey to touch the deluded night sky

For along the echoing whispers of the wind

A fool’s wish screams towards an unknown misfortunate paradise

This all in an era belonging to the innocent

Was a future that instilled vivified hopes containing blissful daydreams

Although a crimson moon foresaw another twisted tale; therefore tears fall upon this story

Yet back to the stars that sat as encrusted diamonds

Which painted a purified hue across the cosmos

 One fell with its grace still intact

Together overly imbued with the glory of God

By virtue something as sacred was as beautiful as heaven itself

Compelling…an understatement for this entity

Enchanting… very much so

For the poor man that looked upon this plated gold nova

Who art thou? To wonder he did

There among the angels laid this star

From the edges of time did this heavenly body travel

As to manifest itself as the gem that would sit in the fellow’s heart

Of flowers did she the jewel of his affection, become the prettiest

Like a lily in a bed of roses she was a lovely thorn in his eyes

Though the winters came, causing the embers to burn away

Infatuation grew between the two so the two became intertwined

Through time as soulmates unbound

Holding love that cursed veil of love
As a vision to bloom within their sighted fantasies

To see the unbroken shards of eternity last beyond a well-known infinity

Oh what a beloved image they dared to have

However shadows stood in the moon lit night

For the light of said nova lily became tattered and dimmed as she departed from his life

The sun’s shine may have consumed the land but the man only knew darkness

A mindful soul lost to agony

Void of lovers emotions a fool to stare into one’s own empty thoughts

Where is my star? He vaguely asked

Whereas love was hard to understand

Thus the pain that took seed from a person’s devotion

Lived as something even harder to comprehend…

To waste ones vitality over such a trivial unanswered question held vanity in his eyes 

Although to wonder why he let a holy pearl disappear was to gaze upon his own weakness

The raindrops mimicked the cold creature’s cries

And in an isolated mind a storm of perceptional wonder surrounded a fiend

Who placed himself within a prison to bind himself upon an eradicating land

By reason that fate seemed only to care for tragic things…What a sin

Having those two worlds align with an essence embodied by an aspect of charisma

Only to have the stratosphere covered in scars...such torment

Left as a daunting promise lost to a restless remembrance 

~ Paradise's Poet ~