You are a bright glint aloft:
a sparking star through night;
your enclosing arms and wings
of purest temperate light
cut through shrouds of dark
and reflect divinely off
the scattered glass fragments
of my shattered soul
as you whisper secret echoes
through the labyrinth of hollows
in my faulty heart.
A jolt of silent feeling
for your soundless words
tingles through cold canals of veins
and my entropic limbs untwist
to feel brief respite from
the numbness of bitter fall
and thaw the hardened ice
of my eternal skin.
A jolt of forgotten feelings
from your haul of weightless words
arise and give ephemeral meaning
to the nothingness and thirsting void
of nihilism's hapless plunge
into faithless lands of empty sky
as in innocence you cast
a fleeting silhouette of life
in godless clouds.
A jolt of evanescent feeling
from your sweet words
tersely calms the waring chaos
and stops the writhing
fight of ghosts
in my imprisoned mind
as you pull away the tattered veil
that bleeds nostalgic thought
across my clouded sight.
And so this graceless
entanglement of
dying symbolism
and faded sentiment:
of ink and fractured thought
to say guilelessly,
without want or need
or tints of design,
that I love you
and you're beautiful.
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