“Rodent of Time”
tender pair of dove
lying down on the
erstwhile green pasture
of blissfulness and love.
its color
has now turned
to deep shades of brown.
yet darlin'
it may have withered
and changed
from immense passing time—
in my mind,
it has always been green.
and I love you
still—cladestinely.
i love you still
even your heart
doesn't fly with mine anymore.
i love you still
even if it scathed
my flesh and bones
from descrying you
with someone else—
and still wanting you.
and it pained me so much
to trace
the whilom carved names
once was enchanting to see
but has now turned
to epitaphs—
leaving me gasping for air.
and this tree
has now turned to tomb
i always visit alone—
nothing but forlorn tears.
and i hope i could
also bury this pain—
for this once green pasture
has now turned to graveyard
of promises unfulfilled.
and i'm lying down here
i am lying down still
since the day of your flight
as i watch
the noxious rodent
take away our time.
—Verse Asteria
