'Polymorphous Tranquility'

A little something I wrote for you. I'll publish this because I found it worthy of your name, even if you don't care anymore. You were special, we had our times, you had your ways but you excluded me. This is what was written in a time of happiness, but as Alesana says, farewell and goodbye. This poem is called 'Polymorphous Tranquility'.

All made forgotten; what brought oneself,
To a stage of dementia.
Thereafter self destruction, I ask who I bluff?
The body's core splits, like a river in the delta.

Believing in destiny though uncertain,
Thence pondering of what we mould,
And if it affects the Maker's decision,
Or if it was what He chose.

As I prayed, the King changed,
What I believe was a part of hell,
As knowledge of spirituality gained,
Walking forward, hearing chimes of a bell.

In a time, appreciating a life so satisfactory,
Thou image came, an art of beauty.
So euphoric a presence so near to me.....
Filling a soul, fueled with estasy.

As words of thee caress my provoked spirit,
Like bringing pain and sadness to a slaughterhouse.
All form of negativity in fact,
And all feelings of self-doubt.

Seeking solace in the melody of your voice,
Not forgeting that delicate sweet smile.
Taking refuge in the depth of your eyes,
Taken away by awe, taken to exile.

Your solicitude that brought me to solitude,
The care that you shared,
Dragged a wretched soul,
Out of anguishing melancholia.

Everyday I sit in front of my desk,
Looking out the window, seeing sihoulettes of golden.
Upon branches of a tree,
That sway so slowly, I conceptualize.

I now envisage, you and me in a field so green,
And when the wind would blow,
Time would stand still, and when the palm,
Of your hand touches my cheek,
The tears, crystal clear would fall,
Ever so slowly.

The different levels of metamorphosizing,
An image sculpturized while undergoing,
Stages of serinity.
You heal my wounded wings and spread them.

Free.