Musings of You

I've written of the beauty of constellations

that decorate my inky heavens,

trying to capture a sensation that overcomes,

an endless veneration for your words,

some whispered, others read between the lines, most never heard.

I've explored prosaic ideas, unveiled myself in poetry,

but this poem...I'm trying, but I'm afraid to fall short of what it's supposed to be:

the unraveling of the fragile threads that weave through my chemistry,

a reaction to who you are to me.

A magician, a Merlin, still unaware of your great sorcery.

But I am lacking.

Words of the heart should be elegant and strong,

but how delicate and frail they truly are,

the outlandish proclamations of love in literatures finest,

decadence in letters magically spun together

and perfumed into the world.

I dream of you, for you are my Muse,

a constant flame that keeps me warm,

and I forsake the truth to settle into the inbetween.

Just for a short while.

A dizzying hope to etch myself into your soul

and burrow into your corner hearts secrets,

where i'll be stowed away and I pray you'll always have me stay

for Moments In Time that stop when we are together.

I lack deftness and beauty that you deserve,

for to me, you are the purest of sins

that blaze up my wicked world wonderfully.

My heart clenches in sweet agony,

forbidden words tattooed upon sealed lips.

Candle wax whispers that would melt our hearts into one.
You will not take my heart that i wish i could offer,

I will not take yours, for you live a life of abundant love not mine.

A tragedy so sweet for you, so real for me.

But I can breathe when I'm with you,

willingly engage in your being.

The colors around me are mesmerizingly vibrant,

and I'm trapped in an otherworldly space in time.

The ways we love are so unrestrained and sublime.

Do you feel that too?

They set in motion these words of aching truth and rhyme.

When you carved me out of your life so abruptly, some time ago, 

a part of me DIED. Did it affect you at all?

Months of trying to let go, of seeking distractions

and momentary inspirations, of replacing your image in my mind

with someone, something, I didn't know.

Don't you see?

We'll never be, it seems, but i'll never let you go,

the dazzling magic of your mind.

Time goes by, slipping away into tiny cracks beneath our feet.

Never forget me, dear one.

 

Reviews

[Erinne S.]

I am totally speechless (or wordless) after reading this piece. It is so wonderfully worded and put together. I have no words to describe exactly how wonderful it really is. Absolutely stunning in my opinion! The maturity and fluid motion of your words as they scrawl across the page are immaculately written. I have no more words to say... or in this place... write.

100/100 from me, without a doubt!

~Erinne

[Melody Telleria]

Thank you so much. It poured out of me. The words and feelings I have been carrying for some time. It's strange how writing can be such a painful, meloncholy experience at times. But necessary. This was raw for me. I appreciate your thoughts on it, (=

[Sacha Davison]

This is very mature and flows smoothly. You use very powerful diction in your literature, which always keeps my interest personally. Always a good idea to go back and proofread for technical errors (there appear to be very few in your writing). Keep up the good work! :)

[Melody Telleria]

Thank you, Sacha, I appreciate the review. I will read through it again and catch my errors. I'm glad that you are of the opinion that my my diction is powerful, that is very humbling.

[Sacha Davison]

You're quite welcome, I'm humbled simply by reading this.

[Jade]

This is amazing, a truly beautiful piece of work. Every word goes together, infact, flows together perfectly. I feel alot of hurt and confusing coming from this work of art, there is nothing more dark, nothing more light than love. A 10/10!

[Melody Telleria]

Thank you for taking the time, and yes, love is the darkest, most beautiful force that consumes us mercilessly, and yet we live for it.

[Writer *78*]

Nice work

[MandaBear]

Absolutely stunning! Amazing!

[Melody Telleria]

Thank you!

[I Shred This Cabbage]

a brilliant, neccesary poem.

you weave so wonderfully, so expressive and intuitive.

to my mind this poem is a branch dividing into smaller branches and shoots bearing leaves, and all the leaves seemingly have the potential to capture light energy and convert it into new poetry.

[Melody Telleria]

I love that my poem reminds you of something that branches off into inspriration for other poetry. That is very humbling.