Fickle Tears of Reality by Loki She is a tapestry of worlds unimaginable To hold her close a fantasy unfathomable She doth dare make the moon bloom Only to see it vanish so suddenly and so soon With her scented beauty in seclusion Vapors of her scented beauty seem so close to clutch As of the sun on the far side of the moon Her fragrance a fading memory Her absence a growing enemy 'Twere as though the first frost bit the land That the warmth of her touch, 'twas not felt in hand Even eclipsed 'twould seem so strangely surreal As of the sun on the far side of the moon Vapors of her scented beauty seem so close to clutch Would it were true this damnable gloom Hath I least a haunting hope of her on the horizon A haunt of hope trickled through tears of reality Destined to be or not to be is known not to me For I am lost an normally last to see What is for me, what is to see, what is to be That is for we, that is in glee, that is simply A life lived not lascivious or of loss, but of love Such a life doth not lay in the cards dealt to me How I hath grown to hate the splayed hand of destiny Roaming an unknown sea with a loss of tranquility As I dwindle down the path chosen for me in atrophy With her scented beauty in seclusion As of the sun on the far side of the moon Vapors of scented beauty seemingly so close to clutch A haunt of hope trickled through fickle tears of reality ...... By Anthony S. Parker Added to GotPoetry.com ( http://www.gotpoetry.com ) on 16-Oct-2010