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Last Song Of Love

The morning in fluid magenta
A silhouette in the lifting mist
Faint murmurs and silent prayers
filtering thru the rain soaked soil
thru the vermin infested wood
The dried flowers
with the sick sweet smell
with no air to carry the fragrance

This coffin is my abode now
engraved with distant truths
swathed in sorrow and
fulfilling emptiness

Such a tragic sight!

My body is yours to avail
Death! The last frontier!
Freed from the confines
my soul is faraway-
from the mirrored ghosts howling
the art of glorious murder
Moving into the dim glow
hiding within the reverie

I am dying-fast inside
every drop of tear
lurching and plunging
towards bereavement
Your eyes arrest mine-
lakes with cremated secrets
the white clouds
of trapped lies
filter thru my porous skin
with you staring past me in dismay
standing beneath
the crimson bloom
as a liquid portal bursts thru me
draining me away

In death! In silence!

Help me heal the scars
all I see around is departure
veiled in pale embrace

My soul is chained

Release your grip
and let me escape
and drift towards guided pain

Leave me in seclusion
and walk away
with Autumn leaves
left in the wake
spiraling into
the ground beneath
the slit opening to a pool

A fiery red-A land fill
of fallen petals

Let the dove unfold
her pristine wings

Let the sapphire eyes in the fog
rain a liquid gown
hiding all the scars
till my soul escapes

Cloak the pain and let it rain
with the secrets squeezed shut-
a derelict child

Hide your stigmata tangled
in curls of hair
remember the bewildered soliloquy
of a dying man

Lost seeker! Lost paramour

Watch the drops wash away
the dried footprints of the grave
with floating figments of pale hope
from gone summer nights

Let the sky shift into dark blue
the time lapsing ahead, leaving
moonlit shadows snaking across
leaving no trails
manifesting in the veiled truth
of darkness

Watch the distant twinkles above
circling fireflies around
the corrugated iron gate

Watch me beneath you
buried alive within
the shifting sand of time
stillborn trust inside me
bursting and bleeding

If the pain is too great,
then walk away
by the contorted trees ahead the turn
with rotten pulp and
ancient death inside
and wilted roots
crusted with dried earth
swaying to the caressing breeze
with patterned hide and seek games
of the invisible bleeding moon
and the oblivious clouds

Watch the tears slide
down the boughs
with the blazing silver drops
from the watcher in the sky
with the wolves howling their agony

Let the decrepit and frail hands hold me

Let death cull me till eternity
as the last drops get sucked inside
like the water drops over the pyre-
sizzling & momentary

Let me crawl thru
the shadowy miasma
while living
a never-ending hibernal dream
with glittering laughter
and hushed voices
falling like azure marbles

Let me rest till
the portrait of the jaded dawn
materializes in
the realms of reality
away from unclear premonitions
and amorphous dreams
wrecking havoc with
the phantasms of mind

But as you walk away

Don't let the crumbling mirth
cloak your face

Don't see the burning edges
of forgotten dreams �

Don't have the barren life
aborted out
like the last moth
near the dying fire
-that fluttered in hopeless abandon
near my very last...

Don't wait beneath the white sheets
and count your way thru
the starkness of the haunted nights
against the halcyon days

Don't murmur the confessions
locked inside your sealed mouth
as the demons slip thru
the hourglass
amidst a semblance of ghosts
of the past

Don't shed tears of remembrance
for I will be close

Let the rain wave goodbye

Let the clear sky embody
a �c l e a n � s l a t e

Let the end begin
but survey the slopes
and scan the horizon
as you leave, for any signs
For�

I will wait for you
in the abode amongst stars

Till then-

I would be the thin air
caressing your skin,
passing across your eye lashes
as you walk in the florid meadows

I would be the colour
'neath your skin-
the afterglow of
unchained stories

I would be the unwritten secret
Behind the clustered cobwebs

I would be spores wafting in air
as you stroll in closed rooms,
holding a candle
searching for wilted roses
that would survive
the ebb and flow of seasons

I would be the aura
in moonlit sorrow
when strange silhouettes
would whisper your thoughts
carved in silvery dust-
tainted by past

I would be the placid mirror

when your wry smile would
weep the truth

I would be your inner voice
which would seek you to cry

s o m e � m o r e

and cleanse the epitaph
left behind the iron gate

I would be lake-
pregnant with momentary diamonds
of the bleeding sun-
bearing your undulating portrait
and I would be
the giant magic glass carpet
in which you would gaze at
the dim ricochet of stars
the frozen labyrinths,
the oscillating lantern
the enlivening orchard,
the yellowed pages

I would be your mute shadow

I would be your vision

bid adieu
to my ancient dress
don't halt at the brink
of discovery
your tears long wiped by the rain
your fears lulled
by the resonant calm
float away and carry the burden
of hope and love

till the dawn,
till the sun,
till I rest...