Bereft

The glow of your heart shines

A fear I henceforth know,

A pain serenely massive,

A tear of silent flow.

An illusion of my sacred heart

A blunder sarcastically undone.

Stares evade, tears still silent,

Only hollowness howls.

Beyond mountains of scary ridges

And pale fright of deathly woes,

My fingers trembleLooking for you,

When in choked breaths I know

There hasn’t been a breath of you.

I have lived through the speechless nights

Tapping on my window,

Silent, melancholy, humming on it own,

When I was but looking at the moon.

I have mumbled, fumblingly so,

But only memories clawed.

I love you not in fear,

Not in soothing sunshine;

I love you like the ridges in my heart

Scary, tired, yet solemnly divine.