She

is perfection

personified.

She

is heart

a whirling dervish of

Love.

She

is all things

everything

the only

thing

She

is...

and now I finally understand.

almost a year ago

i last poured pieces of my scarlet

soul

on the page

like the cycles of the moon

I drift

lost at sea

tidal waves of thoughts suppressed

numbed

the fury is still just beneath the surface

lapping at the edges of

normality

frustration is drowned out

by the hollow echoes

a cavernous whole

stripped

bare

wired

connected

to the nothingness that always was

it

comforts

heals

dew drops

fall

holy water

from

eyes long blind to the

Taqwa

of the days gone by

Bygones

do not necessitate

forgiveness

so

distant

sounds

the rallying cry of our youth

wins

in the shadow of our

present

shrinking violets

have no place

there is no room for variations

scarlet

is the color of

my true love's

soul.