Light! Look out the window

Light! Look out the window.
Dear precious lover,
Last words.
Yours to offer.

I, wildly, collapsed when staring at her
Delicate, gold, honey eyes.
Appealing love, worn off by what she did not know.
How she meant…
To me? ... Now revokes a funereal past.

Every blistering day, a captivating voice…
Near to my revealing window, I reach her insatiable song.
My dear’s sweet treasured vow:
“Back I will be,
Way before the sun glides the humble clock,
Before the silky cyan sky turns into the hostile dark,
Wait for me,
Promise me yours I shall be."

But lover’s enthralling love did not last so long.
Never promised me that time would break such lover’s love.
I, once willing to descry you along the present crystal sky.
Now feeling paralyzed, forcing you to leave my past.

First sight; continuous contemplations.
Morning velvety blossom-
A luminous colossus with sizzling strands of flaming light
Starts to give such a peculiar bright.
Daylight revives the penetration of the hideous recall.
Appalling memories; conceiving of such blistering
Day, never hampering me against the delusion of May.

Dazed from my soul I behold my
Moue’s delicate Suffering Rose.
A red begrimed rose bush
Containing innumerable fouled thorns.
Anomalous lover; creations of emotions along the watery helpless eyes,
Among the crying of this forsaken price.

Light!
Landscape of an extravagant parade:
Each peculiar seven, three intimidated my past.
And at the last stand, again her gaudy picture subdues my mind.

I, frightened, just glimpsed out the window
Seeking no more, lucidly founding what was once known.

A black horse lavishly leans on a lush prairie,
Glancing me fixed; penetrative.
This savage animal reigns with much pride.
Letting me not move, neither talk nor laugh;
Even though signs implore me to force my soul.

My eyes fixate out the window
Clearly staring at a robust pig,
Containing an uncontrolled grin.
Over-consumed the gift from God,
Such animal’s desire can’t resist of restraint.
Temperance, justice, pursuit of giving.
Virtues with contrast such excessive vice;
Prudence to judge between actions of delight.

Agony’s Stroke.
Sin which was yours to hold.
What deceived you, finally
Torturing you; disappearing you from such vainglory.
I recall the lacking, you lack of such kindness.
I deduce your sin, not for charity.
Empathy wasn’t yours.
You, an enticing lady always look at me,
Stared at me with an insatiable song:
“Sorrow for another’s good.”

Time passed away, along with a pure range of instant crimson red.
Unwittingly.
Present feelings sleeping still along the drawn sea bay.
Luminous not any more.
Minds now imploring to cease the light of day.
Thereupon life turns dark, pale gray.

Hence.
What should I do? - Careless.
Halt.
Feel trapped?
Pause.
Realize you?
Wait.
Force my mind to not contempt you soul?
Honesty:
Were you my unquestioned beloved, my splendid soul-friend? – Yours wouldn’t leave.
Triumph, “yours I shall be.”

Present.
Nights. Infinite nights.
Do I miss…, what do I miss?

Laughs, unique laughter.
Eyes, honey-gem enchanting sky.
Body, ravishing delight.
Feeling’s moue, charming senses,
Captivating lured.

Erstwhile memories.
I, looking right through your dreamed eyes,
A whole pretentious world.
Sense’s love,
Wishing to be now gone.
But, what can I do if I am not with you?
I can’t hear your laughter, neither your songs.
Once savagely, deeply, passionately in love with such treasure.
Destiny, faithful representation; no more.
Then, should I go?
Should I escape and leave all memories alone?
Realness of your appealing love,
Once governing; entire soul.

Your eyes; solitary weakness of my soul.
Your laughter; sin which is mine to hold

Light! Look out the window.
Yours passionately,
Farewell.