My edenic violet
I litter the winds with my thoughts
When absence replaces the reality of your being.
Were my thoughts soldiers
I would've summoned arrest of you
Were my feelings concrete
I would've tied you to their trunks
If my heart had bled sugars
I would've turned them sacraments of devotion
It is not the winds we feel
but little things you do
to affirm my worth.
Nothing lasts forever
Let's make ours, monument to eternity.
Loneliness waits like a beast
in the rainfalls of sorrow.
