a molten heart is hardened….
I.
how does a minute feel more than a mile?
a moment a substitute for a great while?
a lifetime without the sweet sound of the voice
that would be much preferred if you just had the choice?
II.
what is this dagger, pointy thing
with every heartbeat, renewed sting
this dreadful pulsing in my heart
i wish had never found a start
or do i really? is it nice–?.
to feel this burning absence–ice
enshrouding me with expert toll
and shaving fragments off my soul
to feel this burden, aching pain
to lose the sun, and darkness gain
in absence, lurking out of view
the specter haunting me is you
i love you–yes, that much is true
but sadly things must always end
the sun is gone, i wish i knew
the light as if you were a friend
III.
inside a secret garden’s gate
forever vacant, is entombed
a person who was lost to fate
for whom a wilted flower once bloomed
but sunlight follows after rain–
tomorrow’s seed falls down again
and grows within the fertile soil
of compost wrought from pain and toil
remember all, but move along
for fossils are forever gone…
and when you bloom for someone new–
and they become a part of you–
the tumult of an ancient din
will turn into obsidian