I fashion out of love
Petty hate and anger pure.
I bathe in lavender.
I smell of Spring.
Yet my heart freezes o’er
And bleeds crystal tears.
I seek starlight,
But the tar of night extinguished them.
I seek guidelines,
But I am blind, stumbling in cold sweat:
I seek wisdom, I seek perpetual joy;
It leaves me yearning, scouring,
Screaming, dreaming, swimming
In the deluge of my own making.
I deceive with words of gold,
Storing away my tattered uniform;
Long past are the lovers’ wars,
Yet this passion-turned emptiness is
Like a cold sword stuck in my heart.
I know pain will ease, when this life of mine
Drifts away, on the wings of dreams!