Saved

...it's without you; but I'm being saved.

Saved

A fleeting apparition, unseen until viewed, from my imagination; as pretty as you please. 

After the rain, we are whole. Our tears now subside in colours. 

On this rainy night, I stand and let my eyes commune; 

And my emotions screamed! 

All bright and clear, just after the storm, it's a fragrant land again; you are no longer here.

And all I want to do is die with my head pressed to your chest. 

The mystery that calls it screened until split. Now it glimmers in the sun, dissolving the clouds; While I colour myself various shades of Blue! 

Arch of varied hue, from Heaven to Earth, 

All collected together and written in rhyme; it touches the water or the meadows I never got to go. With an alone light, was dark and dreary; missing you everywhere and every hour. 

But now I see splashing multitudes. 

But without you, I'm coloured blind;

But I know, I'm being saved.

Reviews

[Unspoken poet]

Emotional read here, but quite enjoyed reading this