Saturday, 22 July 2017

Sometimes... still

Sometimes
still
I am consumed
by darkness

My heart
remembers
that it is broken
and may never
beat again

I sit
in my
night garden
alive
with the fragrance
of summer
and try to forget
how I once loved
how I thought
I was loved
by a mere
*chimera*

While
the rampantly
blooming
flowers
of my garden
claim me
as theirs

I let myself fall
into
nothing
more substantial
than beauty



18 July 2017
Sussex Coast, England

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