Time flew by, memories forgotten, wounds healed, self doubts subsided,
Then came the rain, very swift, washing away everything in its melancholy
Memories rekindled, fragrance everywhere, life in all its splendour,
Heart bursting at its seams with joy, shambles broken, riding high and free
Just as swift the arrival, so the passing, without rhyme or sense or reason
While the thunderstorms drench bountiful hearts miles away, my heart yearns for what could have been.
The flattery before the deceit, or sub plot of an eternal act, induced by a sense of irony
What does it matter, as I hear it's faint beats fall far away amidst exalted beings.
Do curses work in today's world? You laugh in my face, you say its a farce
But why then do I feel a cursed soul, carrying the burdens of actions past?
I don't see this drought ever seeming to end, the aches so familiar finding respite
The brief period of euphoria in your shower only churned the pains of its thoughts to last.
I hear the thunderbolts from oceans away jolt the frail strings so near to me
Devastated, lifeless and asynchronised seem the strains of music from your stirrings born
I wonder how I let myself get drawn into it's temporal illusion, to be deceived. Yet again.
I find myself where I see the rose, once again I grope for it, but I only feel the thorn.
