OF THE APPLE IN MY EYE (FROZEN)

Crystal shards dot the landscape

My lover’s eyes are like stars

which shine on through the matrices

reflecting off each and every one of her vertices

a glistening light - like hope

through the darkened night – as my home

Yet my home is not my home

as the onslaught of vicious, biting, bitter winds,

she cannot stand

and so, she marches on, without me –

alone.

Still my mistress visits in my dreams

a tortuous sentence, of eternal dread

that life may not be what could have been –

regret.

And so, my blood runs thin and my heart is cold

I am sick at heart, corrupted in my mind

the devil’s seed planted by the archer

struck through the heart.

It’s not an art

But a self-inflicted state

No performance

But a self-loathing hate

It’s love But not love

For my lover is all that I seek

and yet all that can never be.

By fate’s cruel decree

she and I, together,

may forever be temporary.

Goodbye my love,

till the day I may cast gaze over your eyes again

or till the day that you will forever be,

nothing but a dear friend.