GardenDelights

riddles on the wind

in the desolate
          solitary hours
    when fear trickles down my spine

  time is my jailor
    closing me behind its doors
              isolating my heartbeats
        distant from yours

  drips following a storm
      ping a pattern of rubies
                upon my flesh
    heat carved runes
          tell of lovers set aside
      long ago

  riddles on the wind
answers unfound
  my present twists
    into a knotted conflagration
            higher
          hotter than before

voices from the past rise
          and resonate:
             
    ‘your heart-pain
          bleeds from your words

  that love is the umbrella
        under which these wounds fester
              is that much worse

    untangle your heart-threads
      from their prison bars
         
        the landscape of your life
                must evolve

          immerse yourself
                    and know freedom’

          my quest begins now