persephone | sonnet eleven posted by imani , Friday, February 12, 2010 at 11:27 AM, in Labels: ars poetica

the ache of this heart drowns the serenade
murmured by the incandescent midnight
haze rain against the periwinkle horizon,
the clouds drift and shift amidst

dreamless lovers walking the street fastened
by the scent of forgotten embraces, humid,
sweeping whispers burn my eyes with tears
i grieve the days afflicted by a disease

i call loneliness, following, tracing the steps
you leave upon heaves and piles of leaves
on the ground, shrouded by soundlessness

awaiting the delicate sun to parch beginnings
and ends once more, over and over, again and
again until it holds no recollection of pain.