Were you the rose quartz of my existence
radiating the heart aura of pure spirituality,
were you love? Were you the silent whisper
behind my wings as I spread them and
flew into unchartered territories?
Hush, listen now,
I hear no angelic melody for I am alone at the
verge of forever.
Were you the essence of all that is pure
the transcendence of celestial energy
caressing my soul aeons through space and time?
Life is in the now, here within these shells,
the evolution of existence is reliant
upon us living, eternity is beyond our
scope and need not be considered.
Were you love?
Did you cocoon me from the haunting
callous reality of fantasies weakened
by a misplaced immunity and reluctance to grow,
the scars that weave through my beating heart say no.
Yet still I feel the residue of your essence as you step back,
I wonder do you see the cliff edge beneath
your running feet and when you fall,
will I reach out my blood soaked hands to catch you.
Lost souls touching in the darkness,
igniting ancient memories and as our last breath
leaves our body we shall recount these seconds
in the endless time of universal law,
feeling the scent of mortality upon our translucent skin,
tasting the epiphany of lust as we swim through
the countless faces of our past,
and we shall watch in trepid horror our impact
upon these innocent atoms and perhaps
we shall discover eternity is not ours to dream off
for we are the fallen,
the dark realms of nothing whisper our names
across constellations of the long forgotten
fields of life scattered across time,
and there beyond the edge we shall
rot for days far beyond eternity.
Karen Hayward ©2016 (Image and words)