For Trish #3

I hunted you

through fire and blood

that filled the fallen sky,

through growling sonnets

that belong to no one

except the faceless past...

I drunk the ashes of

nocturnal black holes,

to harvest the fleeting

rays of closing eyes

upon destiny's downward path...

Thunders of clashing

lightenings were the lullabies

of wasted sunsets,

nestling in liquid caskets.

Oh, and I have tasted death...

But I have never forgotten you.

For I have never met you.

Yet I held your arms

in the forgotten distance,

like twirling shadows

embrace the darkness.

I hunted you through

starving dreams that

burst into arrogant sunbeams,

through the implacable hands

of crystalized existence

that your laughter touched...

I hunted you

for I have never met you

but I always felt

you are somewhere,

everywhere in nowhere.

For I want you, I need you

to conquer my soul with your soul

like the autumn frost

consumes the narcissus.

For I want to be reborn

in the cradle of your love

Oh, I have tasted life...

I have never dreamt of you

for I have never missed you

yet I always felt you,

Had the need to find you,

for my tears tasted your absent

the very first second I was born.

And since than I've loved you

yearned for you,

like a blossomless rose garden.

longs for fragrances of spring.