Chrysalis at Dawn

Rivulet

Sometimes I find myself giving too much.

my love, it cascades down
like summer rain onto your skin
leaving tender marks.
your soil was drenched,
fierce breeze rippled into fog.
wooden timbers gently crack,
nearly toppling to their doom.
that, was how hard i loved you.

and so you built a roof,
carved from our worn memories.
as firm as the mountains you grew in rage,
but reeked of childhood and yellowing books.
beyond the overgrown moss where i lay my head,
muffled laughter rivets through,
nostalgia from decaying audiotapes.

where else would my love flow,
dripping from gleaming zinc
into an endless river?
a river called time.
the rain that was pure mirth
dissolved into rivulets of hurt
as you stand there
your chin pointed to the skies
as every glint of hope
dissolved, endlessly
into the river of time.

the eden you've built,
every sapling and every sprout
that i've strived to nurture
now grows into a forest
meant to shade another.

i am just a reminiscence,
a faint trickle of a stream
left behind in the past.

i am the rain that falls
into an endless river
lost to the lonely waves
yet the mist ahead compels,
to rest my hollow eyes,
let the flow take me
where i'm meant to be.