Joe's Slate

 The air was endued with a tinge of musk that day, When no things were right and my mind was in disarray. And along came you, eyes like glistening berries in the downpour, And a smile which defies any metaphor. My dormant heart started beating with every stride you took, And there....there it was, that pulchritudinous look, Like a beam of light, seraphic and straight from the cosmos, And my soul traversed emotions unknown and paths uncrossed. Now as we walk down the aisle, hand in hand, I look at us in awe, A symphony of souls, who eternally will call each other their home.

  His feet squelched on the grass, Soaked with blood and cries of his comrades. His eyes welled, at the smell and his grief. His ears bled, with the eternally ringing shouts and screams. Garnished was the night sky, With the stars and souls of the dead. The sepulchral tone of the wind, A quiet assuagement to his wounds as it blew by. His hand, permanently clasped on the hilt of his sword, Finally gave up as it bluntly stabbed the earth. And as the final witness of this catastrophic diastrophe, His spirit ascended to join heaven's hearth.

  Each exchange, yet another fruitless effort Yes, the fault is mine, for choosing you to be the one. Yet you never chose me over your cohort. Each cold gaze, that you bestow upon me, Still warmer than any sort of repudiation. Building entire worlds from the moments you could spare, And here I am, a thousand worlds created. I stand here and blame myself For all those times I searched your face for reasons to stay. You never asked me to wait,  Yet somehow I made that my fate.

  The hue of periwinkle smudged with midnight's glow, The efflorescence butchering the walls after yesterday's downpour. Water, barely seeping through the flooded pot's earth, the plant, no longer alive. Four more steps. Flooding my ears are the vehicles in the distance, The professionals are barred from pushing the pistons. As the voices in my head grow louder, I scream at them and at myself, "Three more steps" The neighbours curating the same supper as before, My skin, searing as the burning tears flow down my face. I never did taste victory but I always could smell it. I breathe to myself, "Two more steps" My tongue feels the cracks on my palate, Thirsty for a win and hungry for satisfaction. As more moisture leaves through my eyes, Rendering my mouth lifeless, I barely utter the phrase, "One more step" As I take my final stride towards nothingness, My mind rushes with memories of good and bad. I smile even at the bad ones, The blood reaches...

  Your brown hair and eyes, Are my very sustenance. Each step you take, Further worthies my existence. The hidden pearly whites, When your lips part A strange passion they ignite, In the deepest depths of my heart. Your long locks grip my very soul. Now as you further the width, I wonder at my heart's hole, As you were never mine to begin with.

  When the last light is curtained, The sky is entirely unstained. A blink here and a wink there, And the crescent leaves it no longer bare. The oceans rise higher with each push and pull, As all the anathemic things come alive. Then gradually, the canvas gets brightened, As the stolen light, returns to its rightful owner.