Antipodean

frivol away the purples of lavender
siphon the colors that fill the trees
transcend the empyreal clouds
which now cradle amongst the feet

why does my heart not smile
when it stares in the face of beauty
why do my eyes look forth
yet spot nothing but horizon

pull down the sun
for the light that shines cause naught but pain
kill the birds for they sing nothing
but dissent

take a cloth and wipe the sky
for the stars show nothing
but glimmers that set you lost

hold out your fingers
swing all you need
and your nails will brush
with hopes, long forlorn

stare to your heart
strain your eyes
stare long and fruitful
till rise the bleeding tears

where is the worth
where lies the cost
what is left
for it is all lost

for it has been taken

for she is gone...

(little doth man learn from his antecedents of power. sadness knows no bounds. like death it touches the rich, the poor, the young, the old, the sexy, the haggard, the good, the bad and of course, the ugly. save me. a hope forlorn. happy valentines day everyone.)