Dear...

Yesterday was the best day of my life

I had control of it but now its gone

I looked at things in a linear way

But now, I am moving on.

There was a very, intriguingly

Quite feverent spectacle

That loomed about in my dream

Which was all short of a miracle

This spectacle had a feminine voice

And by choice, led me astray

From all of the happenings,

Those of yesterday.

For now I can’t move on

Nor wake up from this dream

What I considered reality

It’s now but a theme

But in my deepest regret

This dream split in two parts

What travelers would deem,

A walk in a park

But for I, at once sow

With utmost deepingly woe

This spectacle I saw

Was two parts of a whole

Simplifying my emotions is hard to do and therefore this preamble of the poem is but rubbish, but I will let go now. Here goes.

Apples take a firm slice to separate the two parts

Two hearts, once bound are now different entities

What would take a chef two seconds takes me a century

This girl I love with everything but I cannot express anything

My empress, of my cherish, makes definitions for the figments

In my imagination. She implores me to do justice,

To the enemies that wrong the whole fact of life

Love is that fact and I digress,

It doesn’t matter if she lay desperate or burdened

I harden my approach to a more concrete ideal

This is real, life and I cannot forget the one time we had together.

Who shall deal the final blow or cut the ribbon or rope of the future.

Do me kindly, the favor of knowledge over inference

This incense can only burn for more days.

But the scent is kindly doing me injustice.

There is one issue to cover on the topic enlaced between us

If, we cut the ties, we both fall, but if we tighten, explore us all,

In the writs and rights of love, dearest to our souls.

I’ve spent time on this article, to inform the populous

To inform the wide and tall about how a divide,

Shall be made within the universe for us.

Our essences will fill such void and we will fly.

Soaring above all things rendered desperate or burdened.

I’ve addressed one side of my restlessness, the empress.

This enamored shall not be named for doing so would,

Most definitely cause a rip in the void in time.

I believe that we are on such different levels, that,

If it were possible for such a connection to be made,

The energy would cause the earth to lend orbit to my heart.

The latter is a simple verse sung by the sifters of the sands of time.

If a box of puzzle were dumped, surely nothing would become intact or

Even interact with the one of the right fit.

My piece shall be placed wherever I fit best in completing the,

Once jumbled, version one picture of life.

I open the toy box of my heart and the pieces fall out.

Some of no relation but there is great elation between a certain two,

Yet they remain in trepidation of each other. 

They leave the heart and assume positions in the real world.

They will change each other as the world follows.

How do I explain to this girl that this happens?

Maybe I could draw a map of my heart.

Maybe I could form a route from the start.

But wherever she may end her trek.

She will always be on that track, within me.

Kept in secrecy.