Laura

The sweet scent of Camellias still awaits your return

The metallic glow of stainless steel pines still call your name

The Screams and the Howls of the ironclad ogres who own the dark passages

Angels and Wild things saunter about, searching for you

Time slows, waves do not arrive at shores, stars do not give light

Only the dreams do not cease, the merciless dreams and their murderous ways

Creep past the guards, shout from the watchtower and sing the songs of old

Of days since past, days of sweet, sweet memories, of laughter and deception

And they wait, I wait, the Moon and her offspring will not manifest

The period you end with, that is what I shall be

Not the first ray of sun, but the later, more harsh one

Not the first flower of spring but the last evergreen 

Not our first fated meeting but our last exquisite encounter

These forest will not forget, it is forever recorded upon the rings of it's soul

 But time will not falter, waves will do as they please and stars will scintillate 

Only I remain, upon my throne of feathers, waiting for the heavens to blossom

 

Reviews

[Jo March]

Absolutely beautiful, love the nature imagery and personification