Delphic
The forest is my loyal friend, a Delphic shrine to me- Ralph Waldo Emerson
When fleeting feathers of ostrich ferns
swiftly unravel euphonious tunes,
I drown in musky memories~
reminiscing the nights, the musical moon in your silent skies,
held secluded stars flickering within my hurting heart.
For in the midst of crestfallen chrysanthemums,
as colours of life fade into forlorn fogs of frozen fairytales,
I find wings beneath shadows of my empty existence,
waltzing like sullen sunflowers
in the velvety wilderness of healing.
Sometimes, when acrobatic letters
scattered across clusters of cluttered calligraphy
reveal timber tales of unspoken truth,
I remember how thunder seemed lighter,
and heaviness of clouds seemed softer,
than the restless ripples ferrying roaring roses,
as the soulful forest of fireflies
now remain my compassionate confidant.
There, loneliness is a forgotten noun,
while I subtract expectations~
divide Delphic equations,
to multiply contentment with loyalty that lingers~
through symphonies of crooning nightingales,
comforting aching wind, swollen, surging with sorrowful sagas.
So let me find the topaz mirror to turquoise tranquility~
in the zestful breeze of petrichor peace.
I’ve always felt warm arms of nature
enveloping me like blissful blankets,
embellished with emerald empathy
in garnet gracefulness.
But if this was the last drop of my bleeding ink,
find me in the labyrinth of lavender lawns~
knitting diamond dreamcatchers from abandoned trees,
still blossoming with bougainvillea ballads.
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