Feathery caressing breezes, ever so slightly, lulling me to succumb to deep slumber.
..............
Pained utter escaped my cracked lips.
"Like a rouge vagabond, if you so bless my unworthiness with your diamond consent? Would you risk being whisked away from your ivory tower?"
With its soundless illusions, faint traces of fabricated tempting torment paralyzed my consciousness between realms of indulgent desire and unforgiving reality.
..............
Sorrow escapes my eyes as words escape me.
"Fingers of delicate cream satin, with scarred burnt caramel of mine?"
..............
Of peaches, jasmine, and vanilla, further blurring my already weakened subconscious to the waking sadistic world.
Life's malice constricts my barely beating heart as words further find their release.
"Fleeing to the unknown, till our last breaths, with a forsaken soul like me?"
..............
Begrudgingly willing myself to succumb to nature's daily display of aerial magic show.
"Try as I might...
Every fiber of my existence...
Will always come running back to you.
My precious dream."
Waterfall eyes sheepishly gazing across the flourishing horizon, in the sanctuary of *our* lilies of the valley.
Hands clasped over the thunder escaping my chest.
"Always and forever.
Only yours.
Yours.
Alone."
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Dragged out from my demise, eyes lost in the sorcery in the clouds.
Where cerulean and indigo orchestrate symphonies of wonder in tonight's twilight skies.
"Amaris would surely be breathless by this."
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Mist covertly escaping my eyes, aiding obscurity in my perception, as reminiscing my only rosy tether to humanity in this once sacred retreat, engulfs my very dejected being.
Colors, painted over my listless figure, of vivid reverie, of hope long forgotten, reignites the excruciating pain bestowed by the cruelty of my existence.
"Why do I have to be her child?!"
Scorching through my veins like rapid bushfires, my destructive fury beseech any means of release.
"If I wasn't-!!" Swearing under my breath.
"I wouldn't have to stay away from-!"
Knuckle, whitening in pure raging tension, hovered instantaneously over aged etchings from the object of my desire and delirium.
My eyes fogged further as my calloused fingertips felt through the carved vestige of love lost.
Of love, deprived chance to blossom.
"from your Dream"
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Dusty knees buckled, tips clawed southward, head hung burdensome, with irrefutable regret.
Creased and beading sweat pressed on the trunk, hoping for the fatuous indulgence of a miracle to be granted.
"Please, I know I'm being selfish but...!"
My lower lip screams release from the painful pressure of my self-inflicted damnation.
"If anyone can hear me, please...!"
Looking skyward, the very branches that shielded my precious dream from the heat of the summer waves, of fathomable days filled with immeasurable glee.
"God!!!" Nightingales scurry in terror from my howling anguish.
" Why live on when you deprive me of my only happiness?"
Weakened on the ground, misery coursed through every cell of my pathetic shell.
"Am I asking for too much?" As a shining lone rarity hastily streaked through the far-off purpureus strokes gracing the cloudless ocean sky.
"Do I not deserve my dream?"
In a muttered contemplation, finger tracing the path of the shooting star, a vow is made in the audience of the nightingales and fireflies.
"By next sunset, I'll stand on Death's door."
Fist gently grasped my only piece of Amaris.
Fingers reveal a single lily of the valley bud, encased in a resin-filled silver locket.
Grimace stricken, a sarcastic chuckle escaped my desert lips.
With empty eyes and dragging footsteps, my hollow figure treads through shadowy clearings as my murmur drowns in the buzzing midnight forest.
"Living to cease purpose without my precious dream."