Meeting a love that has left

Several steps that came too late

a girl no longer awaiting her waking

what a road where lines split

she walked neither, and just kept walking

Grasses lowered as footsteps which never sounded

settled below the bugs and rain

rain? that was always there and sunk her hair below her waist

this is a forest, her own law alone

this is the sound of thunder veiling

away our skies through it’s

prismatic cauldrons drenched below

the snow caped eruption of Everest's volcano

flies took nap on her sides for a moment

till branches broke from owls whose bright eyes

winged themselves away from sheer embankment

carried by the winds which flew away her violet bow

tied by the waist, rustling caterpillars on their daybreaks,

taken and rendered above the sky... shredded

by its wings too long for birds to maintain

ashes splitting by its glass panels cracking

breaking, awakening merely a blade of love as we knew

drifted by colorless liquid, love which swung and touched her own

bled her arteries, severed her heart and ruptured her spine

(still standing…)

swiftly, chanting rain and bark, swung like a boomerang

and cracked open her skull.

would she fall?

still standing painfully still.

                        tis is a love she knew was real