A Dream of Love

It's hard to wake up.

Two curvy pink petals
Settled gently above that pristine lake of water
Whose eyes like lost emeralds
Discovered in the depths of the sea's vast sediment
By the slightest string of light
Are glazed in warmth that like volcanic vents
Bring blood to the ocean floor
And make it flushed
The waves, they blush, and
Though the sun may fade
As the tides close off its lens to light
The source will die, but yet
Those emeralds shine all the more fiercely in the night...

As I lay enchanted in the dark dusk of night and
The emeralds' seductive glimmer,
An unnoticed tanker
Slipped upon the shore and sent
Toxins abound.
I glared down.
At those beautiful stones that lie.
Their stolen light blinded my sight,
My world became their favor.

The petals that float were assimilated by muck,
A viscous midnight sludge
Mimicking her interior.
My passion was misplaced
As was my trust.
A cowardice chunk of ash volcanic hid its face in the rocks,
Feigning the innocence which so he craves:
The illusive white knight
Arriving only in the delusional hell of old age.
As the sand was corrupted
And the clear sea grew infected,
I turned my head from the pitiful rocks
Which I now, in turn, rejected.
The oil slick covered up those blunderous sores
I spun my wheel, venturing out
To new, brighter shores.