empirical shadows and beautiful light

in my fragility
i often bereft my very breath of life
of all the wonderment left by dreams--
induce myself
into a tragic, tragic beauty
echoing my heart's sheer deservings

immortal tracings of longing
somehow aurify the crevices left in my soul
by all i have ever known simply
to versify their very essence
to the surface of each willing page

i sense far more in only
the most romantic of poets:
days of yore when the Promethean bard
[Shelly] crossed in his own self
the fine line between heaven and earth,
Keats with his melancholic breathlessness still rests
deeply within my heart;
oh, how they remain my unsurpassed favorites

and so, you see
i am but a humble man whose been bred
completely in the pulsating depth
of poetry

may i pertain to this
forevermore.

you remind me of
'vacant' when i pour
over
those lines

breathlessly through
my cautious ways, i search again,
running my fingers through my hair
then... grasping tight,
eyes laden with
guilt,
it hits me...

you are and
have always been
the very reason
i composed such
a gem.

you are
my little taste of life
sweetly tucked away in an everlasting dream.

the eloquent nature of it all
embraces me as i
wish toward the brightest star
longing... praying
for your beautiful soul.

those beautiful painted designs rested
meticulously on the wings of a butterfly
would always make her think
of her father

the night she bled them loose
into the shadows from her palm
against an inhabited night which she swore
would go on and on
theoretically
as the visage of a forgotten dream

ache intermingled with her soul,
dying, dying to ever know again
the theme which startled her heart to utter bitterness

"where are you daddy?" she'd whisper in
her mind as her weariness regarded
the final flutter of the remaining butterfly,
who imbued the lulling air,
as the thief
of an unchaotic reality

then wisps of memories
flooded her unchained heart
to drown her love for his very own

shadows aggravate
my heart,
love seems so far away --
so far, so far
and i am lost
beneath the blue veil
of my dreams

i'll linger awhile,
torn, lost without
everything
i never actually knew yet
fantasied of
constantly

no matter how
elegance no longer laces
through all i once held near
i'll wander through and search
for you

'til breath becomes the chill
the air accumulates through
its pale frigidness and
tears fall while
memories loom

i'll sit here and watch
the craving earth
endure
the fragmented rain
and want more
to escape
my very breath of life

ever... and again