Past week, on the night of Tiw
an uneasy candlelight wavered
motioning a sorrowed - amber haze
blurring a self-scribed ode;
to the blessed years of youth.
This pine scented disturbance
no doubt - an Autumnal message
that rear weathered doors
failed in the tempered change,
curiously bidding, further venture.
Patio' marbles were shrouded
creeping with expired foliage,
corpses' of leaves - merciless
to bursts of dirt filled wailings
the expelling breaths - of the fall.
That sombre mulched pattering
was alike wistful wondering;
delicate and shadowy footfalls
from condemned, exiled seraphs
strung by moonlight rays.
The flavescent master glistened
whilst duelling a clouding force;
enclosing in vaporous march,
painting smeared pebble trails
rousing vulnerabilities.
A sensed eerieness of a familiarity
wrought from the despondency,
as if epitaphed notions of old
were in recital by alto whistling,
each note rekindling a memoriam.
An exhale of soulful proportions
sent adrift an essence
a smouldering encirclement,
of exhumed - solemnly recalls,
taken from seasonal chapters of yore.
Those hearted ashes of distant times
cavorted - as sterling embers
with a phantasmic replica
of an adoration departed,
duetting on pockets of melancholy.
The trance converts to a sepulchre
where time flickered hastily
wreaths dissolved to dusty sand,
satin veiling - only a vacant shell;
the remnants of embodied divination.
Revived dolor swelled from within
tiding from old emotive cicatrices
buried deep and then deeper,
once guarded from reminiscence
by sheaths - withering as the stipules.
A timely, corrosive hiss from Carpo
brushed the illusions past,
as once - to a maidens' mortality;
a premature cremation of dreams
lingering the bitterness of decay.
The pining orb retreated
so too - this observer with mourn
stuttering murmurs to the nameless
then returning to the forgiving study
to immerse in other worlds.
