In The World Where I Do Not Exist
In the flushing garden path
we walked entranced,
the scarlet sun spreading the spectrum of dawn,
held us within the sequins of the sparkling sky.
You saw my heart contoured
in the crimson curves of clouds,
but not for very long,
for the rainstorm ravaged the sky,
I disappeared beyond the rainbow arch.
Over the wavering waves of the desert dunes,
we trudged with rhythmic exuberance,
until I melted away like mirage.
You reached the verdant oasis,
sprawling as the pulsating tapestry
of my olive heart,
swept away by the desert storm of yearning,
lost in the miasma of opaque oblivion.
On the silver sands of the satin beach
we traced the entwined fervent footprints.
The rolling waves embroidered
the pearly lattice on your lissom ivory feet.
As the tides of time erased my trail,
you now walk with poignant impulse
through the mist of cascading moonbeam
that has dissolved my nocturnal quintessence.
The dazzling dawn of desire veneers
your heart’s horizon with halcyon hues,
spreads the sunburst tinges
of my timeless longing for you,
you remember blushing aglow
your emotive epitome fossilized long time ago,
painting the panorama of golden garden
in your heart’s canvas,
blooming with the luster of the lost love.
Wandering listless in the wasteland
of the waned memory of belonging,
your tear drops roll on the garden path,
wrapped with the bronze leaves of the fall.
Their rustle echoes your songs for me,
long lost beyond the still shore of silence.
When in the seraphic spring
you're embraced by the ethereal essence of euphoria,
you'll never know
how much I miss your world
where I do not exist.
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