What remains of my sun?
Clouds, facades of the high skies,
obscuring mirrored daystars of my eyes!
There toy are in my sky,
whirling in tears in the wind.
I want to reach up and grab hold of you.
I see the two searing-white pearls
of your eyes in their winrry lust.
I don’t see us together again though.
I want to hold you again in the lilac heat,
embrace in the warmth of your arms!
Thawing in their affection.
Really like the closing line…
Title is an attention grabber. Third stanza is so sad.
Powerfully penned, Daniel. That ending drives the point home my friend. Exceptional write. Appreciate you.
Damian