Sunrise

Frosty, lonesome, drab November.

The way it's been, as ever I remember.

Was a time it feels like shortly past,

didn't think I'd see the season's last.

When the heat was more than a metaphor

For the leaves evoked in fulgent splendor.

You came to me, beyond a sea of blue,

and found a heart to match that somber hue.

Been a terrible while since I'd last believed

myself a candidate for Sorrow's reprieve.

But, if nothing else, I was oh, so willing

to buy up the drug that you were peddling.

One night, I awoke in an unknown land,

blind to whatever lie beyond my hands,

but for a distant star, in the darkness.

Placed there as if for the purpose

of lighting my path within this maze...

Piercing through veils of interminable haze.

Your hands pluck madly my soul's melody.

As the spirits dance along to our reverie.

These eyes of mine touch many words,

but you, my dear, are unlike any I've ever heard.

We're like a pair of matching, broken wings.

Used to the role of hanging by Fate's strings.

With you, maybe one day I'll reach the sky...

Just enough feathers, together, left to fly.

***

I was convinced this world held a grudge for me;

a victim of capricious Reality.

Truth soon rose from the ashes of disguise,

as you embraced the shadows I was desperate to hide.

How two distant threads could become entwined

to this day still confounds my mind.

Since then has been like a lucid dream...

one that's finally worth remembering.

Like a sunrise after a sleepless night,

resplendent colors, burning bright;

poetry inscribed in every ray of light.

A lighthouse, illuminating the path from plight.

Shining through this mistral sea

of medicated darkness and entropy.

Ever stalwart in your lambent grace,

by your light, my sins erased.

The skin, unveiled-- like a winter morning.

Long concealed by coal-black vestments of mourning.

Each day feels like a lifetime past;

though the time is long, the memories last.

It hurts to know you're so far, my dear.

But the hour of our union draws swiftly near...

We're like a pair of matching, broken wings.

Used to the role of dangling by Fate's strings.

With you, maybe one day I'll reach the sky...

Just enough feathers, together, left to fly.

Reviews

[Jade]

What an amazing story here, wonderful imagery as well

[Coyote Poetry]

A amazing story told in the poetry. You took the reader in and you held their attention. I liked the flow of thoughts leading to the hopeful ending. Thank you Sazaku for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Rye]

We're like a pair of matching, broken wings.
Used to the role of hanging by Fate's strings.
With you, maybe one day I'll reach the sky...
Just enough feathers, together, left to fly.

I must just say Wow! These lines for some reason stood out to me.
Very well written. You are very talented. Love this write.

[Nolo Segundo]

Oh, lord, I have to fight the impulse to envy your singular talent with words! You caress the English language, and then the words caress, seduce even the reader. Do you, or for that matter your readers realize how rare that is amongst poets, even the great poets? Shakespeare could do it at times, the Song of Songs of course, and the Brownings when they were in the throes of their immortal passion. Because this world is so often unfair, your work may never get the awareness it deserves, but believe this: nothing is lost to Eternity, which means nothing is lost in eternity.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

when heat is more than a metaphor....
the passion is a real thing...even over distance.

i have been in several long distance relationships...and this shows the ups and downs so well.

hard to be away from each other...absence does make the heart grow fonder...and the anticipation grows the longer the two are apart.

j.