BuriedA fool in love
as plain as day.
An enthralling ache
that won't be forced away.
Inside a creature of logic
mind filled with confusion,
oil and water hold hands
as a most painful contusion.
To a hopeless romantic
lost in space and time,
reality serves no barrier
a mere ripple in physics' design.
Strumming every fiber
the organ harp is vying.
The turmoil incarcerated in its chambers
reverberates a sweet melody of crying.
Pangs of longing
resonate with the echoes of 365 days.
Busting and breaking upon the walls
a song and dance made of hopeful rays
stains my irises red
With torrents of purity and pain.
Drenched as deep as my heart's abyss
with no shallowness to gain.
means nothing to the heart.
This overbearing tug
the very essence behind art.
An academic machine, does not compute
in its generator or circuit-wire mesh
her alluring gaze, her fairy-like touch
turns my petrified heart back to flesh.
Her whimsical voice
her nightingale to my crow.
Her light waves of goodbye