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