Dust suspends
the ominous silence of the dark,
revolving like an obsolete solar system
upon the stale streams of air.
Trickling along the ancient walls
lie fragmented veins inked by
the aromas of decay circling
in a myriad of directions.
Capriciously so,
the woman with stained-glass eyes
and flesh of the finest silks
chooses to thrive in the underground caves
where mere crystals illuminate
the thick waves of incessant nighttime.
She wanders through the tunnels,
searching for her companion to be with,
hoping that the echoing of her own voice
would one day receive a reply.
Even though the quiet has always been
the one to answer to her distressed calls,
she stays drifting among the cold oceans
of the darkness hoping she'd find him one day.
Oh where are you, my love?
Her sweet, sunken voice
flows from her mouth like rose water,
and its saccharine sound is so enchanting
that it could bring the deceased back to life.
Her luscious hair levitates around
her face like a black, shimmering halo,
and her small hands reach outwards
in the hopes to finally discover
the coffin where her love lies.
The catacombs so intricate and deep,
a labyrinth of silver webs and brittle bones,
and yet she finds him.
My love! She sings as she wraps her arms
around him, tears glossing the
delicate skin on her face.
The boy whose soul was caught in between worlds, unknowingly confined
in the catacombs separated from her,
stands up from his seat in the darkest corner
and clings to her tightly.
He cries golden tears after
being alone for so long,
a sad child whose home had become the darkness.
His mother runs her fingers
through the wispy locks of his hair,
her words assuring him
that together
they can finally rest in peace.
YOU ARE READING
The Ebb & Flow of Virtue
Poetry~ There is good and bad constantly warring with each other inside you, a small voice resounds in my conscience just as my vision dips underneath the salty water, it is similar to how the land fights with the sea, the sky with gravity, the light...
