Starlit Destinies

"I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart) I am never without it..."   E.E. Cummings Amber hues kissed twilight's platinum pigments that night, beckoning ivory pearls to weave patterns of astral flames. Charm of the crescent moon glowed in a golden gem tinge, dazzling in divine desires, devoted to admirers of starlit destinies. Enamoured, we embraced, consoling under coral constellations,   forgetting fears, promising to forever remain as cosmic lanterns. Galactic fires of euphoria, blazed celestial candles into dripping wax, hushing horizons into a heavenly haven of honeysuckle hope. Intoxicated inside fireworks of ethereal lights, dancing on clouds, jasmine jubilance filled the air, as shy silver sparks slipped away. Kindled spirits like nocturnal diamonds yearned to be eternal lovers of luminescent lullabies lingering inside opalescent orbs. Magnetism of moonlight melodies are enchanting, but ephemeral, nothing lasts forever, so at dawn with the arrival of a nightingale orchestra, our obsession of obeisance withered like an orchid obituary. Pastel passions of our paramour portrait discoloured with daylight dew, quivering in nature's quiet quarantine of quintessence slumber. Radiant rays only offered reflections of regret and rejection, as, sorrows of sunflowers in winter winds shattered my hourglass heart. These tribulations torment my tired soul, like a refugee of romance. Unstable, under an umber universe, I've become an uncherished verse in a voiceless vocabulary, no longer vibrant nor valued. Wilting in the wilderness without your wisteria whispers, wounds in xanthous tumours, hidden behind a veil of Xanadu metaphors, yearn to heal from yesterdays, where your touch softened my burdens. Zest of your zealotry is engraved in echoes of my zephyr heartbeats.