Oh I miss these eyes
below the mountains…
Watch the flower flaming bright,
draw us into a everlasting darkness…
Oh I see the fire….
Will you ever remember me as one who’s flame burned only for you?
If I see the fire inside the Mountain, cover my eyes to protect me from the light…
if I shade my eyes to avoid the pain in loosing all of you once again.
But will you ever see my true face and bow to say I accept…
So see me burn like the darkest ocean in the sunset.
I burn my self into the night…
On and on like the light coming from the lighthouse,
and leaving it in the same moment… forever locked.
I know you never forget love and beauty…
but my insatiable flame scorched the ground you walked upon,
and I stay as a nasty stain on your white veil…
I now know it is not in the way you feel,
it is so embedded in all your doings.
I excuse you from the pain and apology…
memories is for those who feel and follow.
Only for the few to feel as we should…
to be there were we matter the most.
I woke up crying once again,
and I slip into the eternally sleep we agreed.
A poem of yearning laden with both the wistful and melancholic.