To My One True Love (The Death Of A Poet) Poem by Leon Moon

Intrinsically emanating, manufactured
From the fractured scope isolating the Darkness
Flicking on Earth's pulse; each tide of life is redeemed
Through cross-hairs churning words from light; and he laughs
(Though not as himself) - here, he ever remains
Captivated to the cavity called 'Freedom'
Embellished hollow by solitude's negation,
Perfectly misunderstood carvings of our Dream -
Silence's suicide, the echo's disguise.
A new clear bliss, our death awaits reprise;
A nuclear kiss, our breath inflates sunrise;
Waves, shards, the creaking hull, fuel consumed to forget
So we can discover divine humour's sunset;
Once this Irony's shared, the bespoke universe
Will be transformed from despair to laughter to air
For love's embrace, but is she no more asphalt? ...
Enough! - The shore deceives, true life exists in her.

Once suffocating me with midnight's mystery
The second hand unveiling mourning into Dawn
No longer desires to touch the tomb I'm born in,
The past elongates itself to a mockery;
Effervescent symphonies as ephemeral
As impulses combusting worlds into standstill
Pour into the sea from my chest which I refill
By matching rhythms of rain on her window-sill;
Varnishing emptiness, our lover's vanity! -
A Truth - in every act I commit I chase her.
She leaves imprints of the ocean on my skull.
Though the tragedy of love is it's own bounty
Poached, believed, self-redeemed in every spoke conceived
The sphered vacuum-shoot absorbing energy
(My Soul!) is carved to an effigy, left to bleed
As a wasted heart, in incredulous sanctity -
With ease you corrode my fear into wind! - My love,
Are you ready to create life beyond the Sun?

The opalescent cocoon synthesising life,
The universe's heart manifesting our Earth
The room - duality's tomb, ex-nihilo's womb,
Omnipresent paradigm, voids we consume
A quixotic cure for both the resolute and blind
Is the portal to true love - home of the divine -
Though, for now I am alone and starved like a bridge,
The indigo chasm forging thoughts into life
Is no longer still embarrassed by solitude
Or breaks under the lips of possibility;
Golden sap rivulets cultivating presence
Entwine around the columns of infinity -
The compass guiding my dreams to this very point!
Amnesia has claimed prototypes of this conquest,
Neophytes forged from the child like fear of being
Alone, too often have I held myself captive
In the shallow disguise of living immune
To the kismet abode's inherent power -
No More! SHE'S HERE. Patiently, I become sunrise...

Flooding the horizon with embers and bright reels
Of images dictating our future's fortune
The ever-lasting internal eclipse expands
Embodying every aspect re-creating love,
Hardening to a plain I can finally feel.
Nothing's first wish embedded into our soul!
So much for the self-preserved anguish of genius,
The mercurial vault is not just mine to implode!
It is my duty to give you eternity.
Not as an ideal or romantic promise
But as a genuine living reality,
A self-sustained paradise we ourselves compose
Where any desire we set in stone becomes known
To the realm we choose to hone, imbued in our veins
Beyond time, is a palace I must share with you;
We will laugh at the vanity of each disguise
Every person wears to isolate their riddle
Projected unto the stars, for it is both ours -
We will filter out the emptiness of our roots
And as the universe renews itself once more
We shall bloom destiny, as promised in our core.

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