elfin igloo
The Stages Of Us
From time to time, I like to sit
In our special place, by myself
And Stare as we used to do so often,
out and into the perilous lands,
Through the window itself and
Into something deeper, more profound,
And as the rain cascades down
on my life, I realise my intrinsic
Emptiness,
With this, I cannot help but feel
truly broken, As my hearts hallways
Were once graced with the decorum of you,
But, as grace faded from the windows
Along the halls, It became trenched
In dust, evolving to become truly,
Unfurnished.
My tender heart, which beat solely for you,
Now beats alone, with no parter to
synchronise its music with,
And as I Stare, I can feel the strings
of me, pulled and stretched,
Spilling out, every last ounce
of what we had built,
But as the sun beats through the raindrops,
Projecting Rainbows, which are as beautiful
as you always have been,
My insides - churning away at themselves,
Fiends for one last sight of you,
I start to look past, the foliage you grew
In this house of ours, I am unable
to bring myself to do the mundane
tasks which you took so much pride in,
As the only enjoyment they had ever provided
to me,
was the reality that they made you smile,
I close my eyes, and even in darkness,
the radiance of you, streams through,
irradiating me, poisoning me
with a lust for you,
And even though the day has come,
where we are not Together,
You continue to shine;
Like Gold in my memories,
Somehow, some way, I am able to look
past the hurt of your departure
from my route in life,
Thankful for you,
Thankful for your grace,
your warmth, your love,
your soul, smile, laugh,
eyes, yourself,
I’m thankful
That I was lucky enough to experience it.
And so, I sit back,
Sitting, as I do - from time to time
By myself, In our Special Place.
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