FALLEN STARS

Feathery whispers traced patterns on a fleshy mountain,

Silent emotions filled with passion

Lit up the sounds of lust.

Fantasies toyed with reality

Physically surpassing spirituality

For one moment in time

Mortality was meaningless,

Purity a matter of choice,

Loyalty incoherent words spewed from a drunk,

And honour a faded memory.

Abandoned in the arms of unrewarding desires,

Misty aromas swirled around two,

Unspoken commands sculpted their palms,

The day stood still and the sun folded its rays.

Mother earth froze and the night died

Yet they remained slaves trapped

In the muciferous web of mindless interaction

Empty utterances filled the sky,

Guttural sounds soaked the soil

With a pungency so vile that the land roared in protest

Hasty vows were made by two too eager to please death,

Lives were sold that day to the author of demise,

Two names were wiped off the plaque of innocence,

Their wings broken and flags lowered.

The sight of human debris satiated their cravings,

They thrived at being choreographers of pandemonium.

Children were objects of pleasure

Circumcised for the sake of it,

Exhibited in cribs laced with thorns,

Served the venom of asps,

And forced to believe in the fantasies of Hell.

But the Father of divinity slept no more

He rose and bloody showers danced in the sky,

Stenciled on young grasslands

A horrifying scene transformed to beautiful gardens of promise

By the wonders of His incomparable love

There is a Deity of many tongues

Meant to inumbrate and illuminate paragraphs of our world

With unparalleled perfection

 A phenomenal masterpiece we can never recreate.

He seeks to abide in hearts reaching for each other

Without the merging of marrow on corridors of retribution,

But with sacred torches coursing through interstitial planes

In search of a pre-eminent monument

The window of the soul