Poise on The Verge of Insanity

The Perfect Life

The Perfect Life

 PART ONE: Crack-a-dawn

We met upon a velvet spot

Devoid of muck and mar

We fed our souls our star-crossed hearts

We love, therefore we are

How we never fail to part

My mind begins to wonder

If anything came close to ours

Degrading storm and thunder

This love would flourish evermore

And never cease to die

So help me if I start to bore

My thoughts would never quite

Then our plans would come to be

Our early bodies tethered

My eyes were never meant to see

That we’d grow old together

For when the tales that love foretold

Would fall into a blight

Our hearts, our lungs, our very souls

Had made our wits lose sight

PART TWO: Midday

I count the moments passing

My sense a homely frost

Never anticipating

My life was sworn to loss

Together we were joined

Our webs would then expire

To never roam quite free again

Our souls begin to tire

No longer was it endless bliss

Or joy we couldn’t bear

For though our hearts could not resist

Our traits would never dare

And yet we found ‘us’ meant to be

Throughout the break of blizzard

How, how could we not have seen

The moment’s boisterous slither

Here lie a fable’s molten dreams

The burns never to scar

And here the fractured ruins lean

Forever without heart

 PART THREE: Midnight

The sole-crushed seed begins to fade

And in its place grows a rose

Its countenance would never age

Vanity unopposed

Through roots and stem and gorgeous petals

Its grace would such astound

With every piece forever settled

Not once making a sound

Affectionate displays of art

The strokes would not wander

So exquisitely joined at heart

Never to tear asunder

This specimen would by no means wither

Just body meant to die

Its beauty, though, quakes a simple quiver

Assuring not to cry

For tears of joy existed but

In tides of passion’s best

A silent flame though not allotted

Would die out nonetheless