Chiromancer Poem by Andrus Cassian

Oh no, it's happened again
another day, another serenade to try to command but better to erase
for this 'serenade' is only a thought prepared seconds before
climbing the wizard steps to this fortress of solitude
The words once easily flowed became halted
a mere blockage in the drain pipes
yet the repairs cannot be made
new words have already formed from the wreckage
capitalizing on its previous entities mistakes
saying this:
Never before, to say 'never before have I' is a complete lie
a thousand tries has come and eclipsed this moment
but it doesn't take away the effect it gave
Here crossing the path laying forth
a light shade of blue echoes the chariot she chose to use
but twas not her chariot with which
brought forth attention of interested eyes
Without a name to aid her countenance in grace
her presence feels diminished
unimportant to the future
how could only a stranger impact a single universe so
We were all strangers once, once she was a stranger too
but here, coming closer down this path in this direction forward
Identities were mistaken, identities were misgiving
because known is where the fair queen rests her head
where her castle lies, where her live ceases to stop
even when she sleeps
yet racing past with only the briefest exchanges of smiles
She had her face, Scarlett she bore your face
Dear universe, did you bring her forth to make a person be forgotten
or was this just mere coincidence
Dear Scarlett, the queen of one heart
don't worry no one could steal your face, you're one of a kind
though the resemblance uncanny, the smile a match
Oh my! the captivation was intense
her beauty shone like a diamond, a shimmer if you will
but all that shimmers eventually fades
and she faded
The crimson maiden continued her day without a second look
all she saw was a passing stranger
but the other's gaze lost in the sidewalks
stepped on by heavy feet, by heavy shoulders, by a heavy neck
how can a head so heavy carry lead like feathers
Scarlett!
to shout your name is to shoot a million fireworks in the sky
a magical display of wonderment
the ability to stare through the stratosphere at the exploding stars
made by human hands in hopes to cradle the cheeks of the gods and goddesses to know what it feels like to feel more than human
to feel any sort of special
Scarlett!
to shout your name is to breathe underwater
become a dolphin and have not a care in the world
to turn circles, jump in the air, attempt a somersault
but that moment passes where joy enters
letting the realization pass ever so slowly:
'I thought I saw you here'
It hits like a hammer, the throat a nail
leaving it dry, choking the words to rise up so quick
to utter them in succession is a swan song
that causes the world to slow, for slow motion to turn into stoppage
and the sudden stillness caught in the void
causes only you to move forward
while the hopeful wish to rewind the entire movement of the earth
find the last moment we hugged, shared a comforting hug
not one for goodbye, not one for hello
one which caused the world to stop, for everything to...to...
If only you knew...Scarlett, if only you knew
the poet who crows for you has been in l...
and it's there, the sentence is hard to finish
Those four little words, those four words are more powerful than ever imagined
more powerful than lightning
yet they were once wasted, wasted on a Sorceress it took years
mini centuries of past lives and irrelevant characters to drain her like poison from weak veins finally strong again
while simultaneously you found ways
to drain blood from the very same veins
to turn back on the fountain of love and lust from its dusty components
Competent, is this even competent
competence was never a strong point
but one thing you need to know is since day one nothing has changed
we're the same people, just a little older
You're a first ballot ambassador
and your Romeo is just a creator of 'serenades' with the same notes
Today, these thoughts and images of you played like movies
in more frequency than they usually do
to wake up to you is more than anything a wish could grant
and in l...with you says the poet to afraid to feel those very words
wasted on a front porch step like poison
so to borrow words from a song that always reminds:
Sing it Copeland
'Your voice is fading. I call your name,
‘cause I'm still here,
and the only thing that's left for me is listening
it's the only way I make it through the night
cause on unexpected nights you call back
yet slumbering in dreams is where your voice fails to reach
still always willing to listen for your voice is angelic
matter of factual, beautiful, please let it ring forever
please let it ring forever
Forever yours