In the beginning,

It is mesmerizing.

The pristine garden,

Boasts a perpetual Zen.

Temptation of a serpent,

May be a chance to repent.

An innocent kiss, hallmarks the end of bliss.

In the spring we frolic and hop,

Scotch for warmth in the winter.

Endless sunshine for the summer,

Lest we make way, for autumn withers.

Love buds in the summertime and blossoms in the spring.

Loneliness bakes on the foreheads of those whose flowers no longer bloom.

One day she smiles at you and brightens your grayest winter.

Her eyes put you in the spotlight, penetrating your darkness.

She loved to lie in July.

You salivated from the nectar that dripped off his tongue.

Your stigma he pollinated, your petals began to unfold.

Birds fly south when winter comes,

And soon, he too will find a new home.

He loved to lie in July.

To my right, there you were,

Your fingertips brushing my cheeks gingerly.

You rested your head on my shoulder,

A source of strength and security.

There’s an empty seat next to me,

I am surrounded by strangers.

An increasing distance where you should be,

Strange feelings and estranged behaviors.

I waited for you to get on board,

They asked me if you would be joining,

He’s not coming.

That was all my memory had stored.

There’s equilibrium for an instance,

Followed by a sudden turbulence.

Slow or fast, I anticipate the landing.

For now, I am free, – free falling.

On thorns I have bled
From roses in red.

Violets of many hues
I choose the ones in blues.

A tumultuous elixir of pleasure
pain of reason beyond measure.

An ode, to dear melancholy
cascading dreams of youthful folly.