In Her Wake

In the morning light,

When gentle beams coax warmth into night,

And slowly all around is waking;

Frozen I stare wistfully through murky pane;

Sequestered from ethereal passions again,

Haunted by consumptive palor.

A contemplation in grim serenity,

Of a life lived without colors amenity,

"Woe!" "Woe!", I cry into morning mist,

Each word caught in fog's tangle and returned,

Less than it was before, tarnished and burned;

Consequence divined for the sin of carelessness.

Fond memories grow distant,

Of prismatic revelation's surprise;

In her wake all bathed in colors radiant,

Standing harmonius in love's guise;

With warmth to light the way for eyes led blind.

Now threatening grey replaces warm color,

Wrapping heart still beating in patient cold,

Demons bubble up in countless number,

While I, the dreamer, take fervent hold,

And pray for the survival of beauty.

My truest love, my one, my only,

I strain against fate's wheel;

In defense of radiance I leap blindly,

To turn back time and release us,

From the weight of our past,

And finally rest in warmth together;

Forever.