Lost Love. Poem by Brett White

Hypnotized by the Ice, Lights Fade
Into a Deep Sleep which calls me
Softly into Serenity,
Where All of my Lost Dreams are Laid.

A Place where we shall ne'er grow old,
And where Laughter gently Echoes,
And Eternity softly throws
Her arms 'round thy Beauty, so Bold

That thine Aura doth my eyes Blind,
With Chestnut locks, silken and smooth,
Atop the Perfection of Youth,
Which gleams in thine Eyes: Love Defined.

Love which hurts my Soul to the Core,
And causes Armies to Retreat,
Guns toss'd Aside, Heads Hung'n Defeat.
Because the loss of thee is more

Traumatic than the loss of One
Hundred-thousand fond memories,
Which my Mind's-eye lovingly sees.
All of my Fav'rite Sunsets Run

Into Poseidon's Dark Blue Sea.
Deep and murky the Waters Call
Siren-like psalms to my Soul's Fall;
Seducing me Eternally

To Sleep a Sleep laced with Roses,
Lacking thorns but so Beautiful
Nonetheless. And thy Soul - youthful -
Inspires melodies God composes

Based off the First true Spring-time Bloom
Of Lillies after Cold Winter
Hath caused the Pines, bare, to Splinter
With Fright at their impending Doom.

Gloom, my Love, is how thou left me,
Pining at my Lost Yesterdays,
As I were a Sad Child who plays
Alone in Spring but, Faithfully,

I patiently await thy Soul
To rejoin my own in the Fall.
The Fall - A time Fate doth seem't Stall.
And Healthy, my Sadness seems't Grow.

Sadness which Illuminates Night,
Fill'd with the Madness of a Loss
Which doth Radiate the Night-Sky Across
All Horizons, A Form of Light

So Spectacular, O How it Glows!
Red, Blue, Green, Sad, and So Serene,
The most Stellar Gloom-Fill'd Scene.
And All the While, my Broken Love Grows

From the Ashes like a Phoenix,
Who refuses to be Held Down;
Unchained and Free, he is Unbound
From the Past, A Summer Solstice

Following the Saddest Winter.
And Time, He Helps but does not Heal
Pain so Sharp, it's all I can Feel
Vibrating from my Soul, the Centre

Of my very Being. The place where
Angelic love for thee did Dwell,
And all my Love for thee did Swell,
So Powerful it kissed All the Air

Around me. But now thou art gone,
And I pray that God dost guard thee
From any feeling except Glee.
Because thy name Alone's a Song

Which my Heart hast ne'er ceased to Sing.
So let the Ice melt from the Trees,
And in Summer allow the Bees
To laugh with thee and to ne'er Sting

As thou Stung my Heart, so Lethal
That the Life from me Faded Away,
And ev'ry colour turned to Grey.
But my Heart became Spiritual,

And stronger from the Experience.
Though admittedly, the Nights became
Longer... and sleep was ne'er the Same;
It lacks that Special Ambience

Which fill'd the Air when I held thee
Within my Arms for the First Time,
And the Last Time should've been a Crime
For letting True Love, from thee, Flee

The Way of Wind, as it doth wind
Its way through Early March-time Snow.
But the Birds of April will show
Treasures - once lost - but now we find

Again, (Pleasures) with each other;
Wrapt in the Cold form of Lost Love.
I pray then cry to God Above:
Protect thee, my Love, and Mother

From All of Life's ill and the Pain
Of Loss that we All one day feel.
For quiet tender moments to Still
Themselves Forev'r in Sun-laced Rain,

Engraved so deep, thy smiling Face.
Tender Grace walks with thee alone,
And in God's Grace, O thou hast grown:
A Spirit to me noone can Replace,

Nor all of the Jewels in the World.
But a Jewel thou art to my Heart,
Gone now but we're ne'er far Apart,
When I think of thee on me curled,

A lithe cat whose purr is my Joy,
Whose Voice sings a beautiful Song,
Whose Soul to me - can ne'er do wrong,
And whose look is Always so Coy.

Reading my Soul - an open book,
To thee, my Love, to thee Alone;
All of my Sorrows thou hast known -
And my dire need's a shimm'ring Brook;

Clear in the cold winter climate,
Flowing - pure - downhill through the trees,
Which doth surround gold Hill-topp'd leas,
Clear and Cold like my Soul's Spirit.

But the Clime will soon change again,
And laughter will be replenished,
After the Pain hath diminished,
Itself as 'twere the Silver Rain

In June. Falling, and not too soon:
Because the ice will one day melt,
And maybe thy caress shall be felt.
Before my Heart - In Flames - doth Swoon

From the Fear of Eternal Loss.
Loss which Aches in the Deepest Region,
Until ev'ry Cell in Legion,
Vibrates its Sigh Sadly Across

The other - All Friends - Harmony
Being their name; Heart-ache being thine.
Lost in the Woods shall be Mine.
But God - when He lifts - it's Gently

Into Frost-speck'd Clouds which doth Kiss
My Sorrows Away. Children Play
Forev'r within Rainbows the Day
Thy Soul reclaims the One thou miss.