Akin to the ocean
Ridges,ripples in your heart...

I need my wings back
The ones that helped me rise...

I fear not the sky falling
Or angels of death as they approach...

A tear drop splashes
Embraces the chilly floor...

Peaking over sun kissed petals
Under an arc of iridian hues...

Iridian carpets swiftly fly
Crystalline,iridescent-lustrous alae...

Eloquent, lithe; unerringly aesthetic
Margaric alae, platinum luster...

Cyclonic pain erupting
Agonizing ells of pneuma...

Vague illusions of clandestine words
Split open to epiphany of harsh axioms...

Xanthic iotas enveloped in nacre,
Bonanza of amber ripples...

Lost in the embers of a forgotten era
Poignant smiles reduced to cinders...

Aurorean beauty faded into the dark
Eventide etioliated into light...