Footsteps on a Pathless Dream

Thine heart was a dove,
more white than the cold winter snow.
But lit with Heaven's glow,
soaring on hot flames of love.
And in my tapestry, depicting tragedy,
I bathed in an angel's smile,
Her tears flowing dead like the empty Nile.

They found her 'neath the cedar trees,
echoes of death on the silent breeze.
And the moon was naught,
but a sliver in the finger of night,
where my lantern chased phantoms and sought,
the crimson reflected 'pon fluorescent light.

Yet by the dancing of tongues
which cascaded a shivering breath unto my lungs
I knew she came in an affusion of red.
And on the morrow,
aggravated by sorrow,
my heavy sighs ripped and blew
a parade of leaves blistered with whispers,
reminders of the sundown christened anew.

But the stars prick my eyes
and shadow the skies,
and so they will bury my heart.
Where I kiss the crows,
with gray lips like withered rose,
aged within a ray of orange moonlight,
that tore at my soul all through the night.

Oh how I am sleepless,
draped in sheets of the sweetest oblivion,
the bitter taste of ecstasy on my lips,
pricked by jagged, hollow mountain tips.
With lullabies upon a storm,
criss-crossing my fragile form,
into a shaded mask;
the acidity of heartache in which I bask!

Our footsteps echo,
but without a trace of path,
endless circles of denial and wrath.
And hence my broken dreams,
torn and faded at the seams,
and I've screamed......tormented screams...
Love hast left me with no heart to own,
abandoned upon the horizon of blood and bone..