A Walk In The Dark

A Walk In The Dark

The cold, dark air picks at my skin like flies hungering for shelter.
Nature’s bouquets of fresh blossoms rollick within the grasp of my nostrils.
In an evening rain’s retreat, its abandoned drops echo like rapid footsteps throughout this lifeless campus.
A thick blanket of clouds, wider than the sky itself, sprints hastily by.
I wonder what it is they chase — or from what they flee.

Are these the beacons of forthcoming life, or the omens of impending woes?

I arrive at a bench overlooking a spring, a place we once called ours.
The koi leap for their midnight snacks as lights wave at me along the surface, and I wish you were by my side.
For as long as air bubbles up from the ground below, I will want to call you mine.
And as long as air flows from within my lungs, the heart between them will beat for you.

For if my skin had an incurable itch, you would be the only one with nails.
If my mouth had an insatiable sweet-tooth, you would be King of Cane.
And if the Sun became unbearably bright, I would give you my shadow for as long as it could offer protection.

My heart seeps rubies from its deep cracks, for has understood nothing of true sorrow until now.
My eyes cry diamonds of pain, for they have seen nothing harder than the visions of life without you.
And only you can clot these wounds.

My neck is kissed by something cold and wet.
I raise my head and see the last cloud has long left the sky, but the rains have somehow returned.
The gods surely weep with me tonight.