Amber Gold

Seven seals set to solidify the hieroglyphs of an ancient world  

And of an ancient story laced with vital priceless pearls

Liquefied to rain creating lively ripples within a lightly dense dead sea

Sun-lit thereby of an amber gold are the memories of you forgetting me

Therein the floating mosaic waters reflecting my troubled sin

Your smile became an echoing reminder of doom and despair within

Do I wait here cultivating my woes knowing that I reached for heaven

Yet, my only gain was that, which is best described as an aerial descent

Mystic…together tragically tangled with whispers wishing for the passion tied to mars,

Although those words could not even touch the satellites eclipsing the stars

Forgive me my starlet, I should have been a better man…

Therefore quietly, do I walk with an eerie ambition

Also foolishly do I look up when the sky is cloudy

To embrace the thunder that is carrying cries perpetuating flashbacks

Calling upon my fading will to continue while trailing tears among this abyss

Such a twist from when I was a boy holding lighting in my teeth

Sparking fiction birthing friction throughout time…

Careless was my adolescence

Hopeless in the eyes of some, but never did I lose such a bold essence

 It’s just sometimes all I can see…All I can understand …

Are these thoughts tattooing what was meant to be 
A divine hieroglyphic decree…

 … Setting seals to my insanity…Still I will not yield to this destiny

Shoot again for the stars for anything less than heaven is vanity - as angels are known to sit abundantly

~ Paradise’s Poet ~