Soma Ria
Ria, where should I begin...?
Perhaps now's the time to give in;
As a maker of verse within,
All beauty writhes in chagrin -
My words fail, wearing thin,
To release flowing thoughts and ways
That hold the boundless spin
I keep for you, your special days,
As my humble pen
Bows in its shame.
Ria, I would have given my heart
On silver, quiet at your door,
For you to set apart
When darkness draws you toward
Their space where shadows dart,
Wanting only to devour
Your heavenly art - to tear apart,
Making your petals shower
An endless void
Of scarlet scores.
Ria, I watch the glowing night;
You've skillfully sealed in painted dreams,
With you, flying at heights,
Wrapped in starlit beams...
As I think in my plight,
How the stars' bright gleams
That shape your soul so bright
Stand against the streams
Of this harsh nightmare
You named "living."
Yet Ria, time has taken flight -
My love comes far too late;
Still, my core trembles at your sight,
Too pure for Earth to state.
Ria, 'twas worth the fight,
Though your light fades from fate;
But Ria, I'll always write,
As I quietly wait
The perpetual dance
Of dusk's estate...
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I.A. Ryd
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