A Pause (V1)

Between words lost

spacial

infinity stretched my perception

of (present) time (us) 

In concept, we no longer exist

My love, because

Now

I soften; like light lifting lilted lanterns

your reflection breathes life into

A widow's (you) weeping willow's 

Eye, wilted

Always, like willows, my favorites

are so sad.

Shadows- i'm chasing,

and dust- i'm choking on our--

All that remains. 

I loved Riesling, American Spirits, Olafur Arnalds, light, elephants, and

YOU.

But you never really cared for music, did you? 

Buckley's "Hallelujah" 

and Fiona's "Every Single Night," explain why-

love is not a victory march

and every single night's alike

with my b r  a  i  n

Black as the madness

(mind)

A memory,

A pause. 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Very nice use of words and thoughts.
"Buckley's "Hallelujah"
and Fiona's "Every Single Night," explain why-
love is not a victory march
and every single night's alike
with my b r a i n
Black as the madness
(mind)
A memory,

A pause. "
The above lines are so good. I could write a epic tale from the meaning of the words written. Thank you Kristallo for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote