Twilight romance

At twilight he sings Lamenting for her His tether to this world Her senses revolt as dawn descends Love takes over and her aching soul wails She catches his scent in the fair evening breeze His phantom caress, soothing unease His gaze threads the very fabric of space He sees her on clouds, drifting through…

Torn apart (A ballad) #poetry

Flocculent clouds stain the bright morning sky a beautiful blemish, of imperfect shapes perfecting a flawless canvas The sun shines bright upon him but melancholy nestles deep where no light can penetrate As he is reminded of the blotches she spluttered upon his picture-perfect life Her skirmish of salacious transgressions All those late night calls…