InkBoy's blog: "CemetarySoundPoetry"

Faeded

I see this picture of you

at least I thought it was you
but it's not

 
I touch the printout I made and get

nothing

 
Dark, dark covered with illusion

black smeared
charcoal

 
I slide my finger over your arm,
reach surface 

 

Do you still feel like yourself?

 
Like the bloom of an orchid

 
in purples and blues
your hues captivating 

 
Did the sun set on your garden of truth's and reveries

and mock you
as the rush of night stole my words?

I compare them to Winter

though I am thawing out, the cold
is encompassing

stark

The dew has shifted but the flower of the sun is a warrior
and She fights

for the heat of the garden

we grew

You say "bare with me" with such an

idealistic heave
and the picture gets light

transparent in the drops

of my tears splash

oh, it is you
breathtaking and

abstract, my gift

my prince