Breathe

Marigolds in the familiar marsh smell of lost love,

A waning moon sighs with forlorn reminiscences,

My bleeding heart buries catatonic souvenirs,

No onlookers.

Superhuman effort cannot salvage a ruined promise,

Hopes crashed against unyielding ice,

Magical pacemakers exist only in fantasy,

No onlookers.

The past unfurls a saturated fragment of a perfect world,

The future is a sweet illusion of Satanic promises,

The present is the eternal lover,

No onlookers

I died and am still unborn,

I embrace my reflection,

Ecstatic in the here-and-now,

No onlookers.