by Amber "V" Moonstone
Twilight came quickly,
beneath this brilliant purple sky,
the clouds were whispy and dark,
as was my heart.
Alone, I think of you,
wondering where you are,
how you are doing,
and my soul mourns for you.
Dwelling in the past,
makes no sense,
but the past is where we were,
and my heart is empty.
There isn't a moment in each day,
that I don't think of your voice,
your glimmering eyes,
and my soul is floundering.
When did it all go wrong?
was it just a whim,
a faniciful dream of cosmic lovers?
my heart tells me different.
The heart does not lie,
it is a barometer of the soul,
when two souls separate,
the heart becomes the lonely hunter.
How long does the past haunt you?
Does the present become a focus,
and the future elusively challenging,
when two souls were one in this Universe.
There are no answers,
no rules toward our destiny,
only following this lonely hunter,
toward a final heart and soul experience.
Retrospective (c) Amber "V" Moonstone