Turns the year, season's circle, Vibrant, verdant life returns Beneath the fertile, fecund field Roots anchor deep in rain-drenched soil.
Within each new leaf unfurled, Throughout every brittle winter branch, Joy and vitality gradually flow-- Sagacious, stretching, they reach forward.
In supplication to the Heavens Arthritic fingers seek the sun-- Life-sustaining, heat-bathing The gnarled and twisted, aging trunk, Battled-scarred by lightning's rapiers And lover's tattooed tributes.
We sat in quiet whispers--resigned and frozen To the wrought-iron slats-- Shoulders touching, knees barely bumping, Shivering in the sojourn of our anxious intentions... We were in default 'wait-mode' And it was the waiting that tinged the tension.
You referred to me as your 'Jaded Juliet'-- Impulsive innocence of perfect porcelain, Protected within my world of privilege and power... All feigned sophistication at fourteen.
I regarded you as a renegade-- A rogue in Romeo's guise aloof, un-attainable; I longed for your street-smart savvy...
Someday, death will take us to another star." ~Vincent Van Gogh
Painter paint star-spattered paths--purple passion patterns; Grant me glimpses of immortality in indigo inspirations, Guide me through galaxies glued inside translucent eyelids, With pulsating ivory globes.
Ascending into your azure aspirations, Fractured atoms crumbling into cerulean strings, Unimpeded by crawling speed of light, Suspended--momentarily held by grasping moon's golden blood.
Within our nation's heart this day, Death cast its insidious shadow. In morning's sacred sanctuary of bliss, The Devil daringly defiled the sanctity of Light. Into a fragile, fragmented mind,he transported a demon-- To release the reaper's rampage, to execute his will.
In the youthful face of evil incarnate, Eyes of molten flame glazed...sanity shifted. From within this vacuous shell, It demanded purity of righteous blood... One perfect tender soul exacted--one for each decade doubled. ...