Untitled Beauty

Beloved,Why is it that my heart

is filled with love for you

And your spirit hangs in a strange darkness

where omnipresent is the hatred for me

Even though my selfishness prays for you.

Beloved, I have lived in

"I can do anything for you"

And you turn your face from me

As you have been blessed with a better life.

Beloved I dreamt of you in strange invisible

Planets out of reach

Where my cosmos would teach you love

But from the impossible crowds of reality

Some watery foam caught you.

Pushing you away from me

Beloved I only wished to

abolish my ignorant vision and flaccid mortality

Your stunning inner beauty

its the path I wanted to tread.

Beloved I only wanted to 

Flood the sun-worlds of futures unknown

and finding your reach in ports of costlier infinity

Soundless, you began communicating without words

Carrying cities in your green echoes

Beloved, It is at moments after I have dreamed

That you gave your soul in slippery sleep

That I remember the rare memory of your eyes

The peculiar mouth of so much wisdom

an intolerant brightness that couldn't pierce.

Moments , without your dilemma of flutes

From some enchanted shore of victory with trumpets

What I called Beloved, was never mine

My soul, She is now learning to live anyhow.

Reviews

[Aubrai]

Why, so much tragedy in a beautiful poem. :) Two thumbs-up!

[whiteNight]

This is so beautiful. Wow. Awesome.
Love it c:

[A.J.]

i want to hold this poem..