Borealis

During my return I reminisced
about planting Jasmines or roses
into dreams, blooming together.

Various sallow nightfalls ago
the peaky swollen moon set
in your mouth's easeful waters
amidst dandling stars, but you
just blew wistful Adieus. Musing
about forlorn hopes - I left
with a whiff of You.

The wind leant on my back
while a maiden succumbed to
my corvine eyes. I couldn't help,
but to detonate her hourglass -
pounced on diminished living will.
I mashed up obscurity, sparked it
and dyed the sky with more yang.

After desperately trying to wash
my hands of it, I confessed to
my innocence meeting its maker.
Thitherto the wind gave up its rest
and developed a hurricane, that
embraced me and kept me closest
to heart. Nature did not destroy me,
but was on my side.

Now it is time to go home -
but even though I lost my humanity
(which is the only thing persons have)
by fighting those, that are inhumane,
I will now return to you. Keep in mind,
that periods adumbrate ends, but mine
is yet to come -

so is ours.

*written for Abed's site contest (Hunger Games)