I’m dreaming of weaving my desires
Betwixt butterfly wings
To fly in the breeze
And magically land in a king’s territory.
My essence would be found floating in the mist,
Immersing the concourse on which he stands
With sparkles of love
Brushing his heart with colors
Seen only in the cosmos.
Beauty in his eyes.
My name on his lips.
I was only dreaming,
Kaleidoscoping through electric glass
That shocked reality back into place.
Lightning bolts of honesty
Bursting profoundly through my chest.
“He loves me”, “he loves me not”
Every word spoken plucked hope out of my heart.
A roseless stem,
Growing blindly in the wrong direction,
Hoping for a “love me” phrase alone.
He must have forgotten to speak
For I waited desperately
In a silence that protruded my ears.
“he loves me not”, he repeats.
I listen and blink.
Letting tears roll off my cheek and down my chin,
Dripping in the soil.
But from there, a new rose must bloom with a ruby forming from within.
And emerging from the Earth shall be a new beginning.