The Last Wish

Diamond shine, back-to-black; carbon shadows her beauty within,
Diamond's edge cuts deep, beauty masked & hidden.

Beauty once seen bright as the sun,  
Beauty now lost, faded behind her reflection,
Leaving behind only deception.

She lives deep within her isolation, leaving one true desire left, 
to know love one more time, before her death.
One last love, one pure love is all she yearns for, if only once more.

To have this will remind her of the diamond’s beauty; yet faded and unseen, could yet again shine bright fulfilling her dream.

Oh, how she dreams of those days of passion and fire,
When her ever so black and grey world, was bright with color.

When the ocean was her source of life, blue & green as bright as her eyes,
Inviting her in, to experience its powerful tides.

If only she knew her final desire, the diamond’s glisten behind blue eyes, desire's last wish would be her demise.

Betrayal and lies, always comes with a price,
When loneliness desperately chooses compromise.

The beauty of youth and love,
Poetry, time spent, adorning her transcendently far above.

Above all, held up by a foundation, left with the feeling of impossibilities to fall,
Fall in love she did indeed, desires within again seen.

Nostalgia fills her with memories of love, once had as a child, riding high atop of the carousel.

Numbness made again to feel, feelings once again realized aren’t real.

Carnivals, carousels, cotton candy, all just childlike fantasy.

Pretending, playing make-believe, leading her back to the house of mirrors, once again lost & deceived.

Beauty again unseen, faded into the mire,
Leaving her with the knowing, there was never any fire.

His hidden agenda to self-love, one-sided game to entice,
Suddenly feels as cold as ice.

His beauty, his love, only reveals his game, for her to take all the blame.

Love used as a weapon, power shifts exposing his prevarication.

Color gone; ocean black, no love to experience, only desolation as before,
The ocean rejects her now, leaving her broken on the shore.

She makes the reach to the tide one last time, before it retreats,
Smelling, tasting the salt of its resending invitation.

Quickly she sees her reflection; beauty lost, at deception’s cost. 

She looks harder now to recognize, to realize, her own reflection, 
she’s staring down at her own rejection. 
A monster of her own making, her soul free for the taking. 

Gasps fill her, pain reaches her like a scalpel,
Bleeding, tearing at her heart, dissecting her, while ripping her apart. 

As she lies there bleeding out, she wonders why, 
And knows she will never know before she dies. 

Footsteps in the sand approach her broken on the shore,
She looks up at him for the last time, tears held back bloodshot blue eyes, asking why. 

The voice of the one she loves whispers I was never yours, and you were never mine. 
You were only to pass the time. 
How could the beauty love the beast, you were only my feast. 

You must know desire & attraction doesn’t have to come from the outside,
Beauty faded - left unseen, can only fulfill me, but in a dream. 

She looks down in shame, feeling the rejection, heart breaking from his dissimulation. 

His masquerade of betrayal, his make-believe pursuit, fill her mind & soul, as she starts to feel her body finally let go,

You said I was yours & you were mine, but all the time you knew our end, yet you let it begin. 

Now you say, I was never yours, yet you chose to start, when all along another had your heart. 

The last experience of love she will ever know slowly fades from sight; far from her, far away she watches him walk away. His shadow disappears within the silhouette of the sun casting down, leaving nothing left, but solitude of sound. No more time, all wasted years as her face falls within her hands filling them with tears. 

She finds the strength for one last glance, to fill her gaze full of the ocean, 
While looking up into the diamond’s sun, so much beauty unspoken.

With what little strength remains, she lets out her final breath untamed.

Her body begins to shut down; the race lost not won,
Something whispers lovingly, it is done.

This whisper comes from above, 
Voice of God, YOU were always loved...