Published in Kookamonga Square

Your absence has been the thorn
of this splendored blossoming universe
and being as such an abstract
can never be owned nor known
I suppose it is thus not yours
but only that which I perceive
.
The love we knew was a standard
for the illustrious freedom in certain terms
of a sublime conviction of character,
endeavoring henceforth and hither
for the greatest of unflagging morality,
be it for an instant spanning eternity
So it was as a dream
.
You have found a simple hope
floating about this world,
as the pale blush of a lotus
taking on the apparitional particulars
of Charon's ferry down the Styx
and with it, a drink from Lethe
Forget
.
The instant blood drops to the snow,
permeating the shattered rainbow of sun
with the inundated essence of oxygen
so the heart has been known to weep,
affirming purity and the reality
that we live by a hero's scream shed
like a sallow snakeskin, swords to plowshares
harvesting the rose red bounty of victims
now become Valhalla's gift