Autumn: A Ghostly Reprise
The bird's cry is that of a beautiful song.
Broken shards of myrrh beneath it's weathered talons.
Spring dawns, the freshly plumed phoenix spreads it's wings & glares at the inviting skyline.
Wading through the waters of resilience.
Whilst you drown in a quandary of ambivalence.
The bravest sailors discard doubt to the fathoms below.
Rise to the surface to those hopeful shores you know.
You cannot forgive & I cannot forget.
So we commit our love to the depths of regret.
Beautiful puzzles under amaranth skies.
Hearts with muzzles & a ghostly reprise.
I wear no disguise, I wear no cape.
I wish to survive, not to escape.
I used to believe only in you but now my belief resides in me.
No more metaphors, no more cryptic wars, we'll never again share a key.