Alabaster moonbeams/

like liquid/

streams/

through cracked windows/

& billowing sheers/

veneers/

that can't conceal/

reality/

separating truth from fantasy/

easily/

washing over my brow/

& disavowed proclaimations of liberation from love's matrix/

a creative riff/

like Hendrix in the mix/

of recessed devotions/

obscured emotions/

wrapped beautifully in a fragrant sachet/

belayed inextricably/

to desires that eclipse tomorrow's rainbow/

love's undertow/

that lingers powerfully/

despite anomalies/

I'm left wondering how we/

arrived here/

in this murky place/

inebriated/

agitated/

trying to regain clarity of vision/

as we confess/

profess/

random omissions & mistakes we've made/

along the way/

without fanfare or accolade/

just honest words/

sage utterances/

sweet like marmalade/

& concomitantly/

bitter/

like unsweetened choclate/

dark/

but laid bare anyway/

Does true love ever really fade away?

Or is it parlayed?

nurtured violently by time & space/

though momentarily displaced/  

does it grow more deeply?

ascend to a higher plane?

purified in the fire/

blazing brighter/

become retrained?

though strained?

stained?

Alabaster moonbeams/

like liquid/

streams/

through cracked windows/

a fragrant breeze/

ensues/

like hope, renewed/

the sinews of us/

tried/

& proven true /
at midnight's door