"Dominique's Song"
....the intrigue of tragic self-destruction.
Visions of Athena's commanding poetry,
Titania's indomitable spirit,
Echoes of Ophelia's lingering melodies
Riding high upon the wings of mythical Muses;
The beauty of the soul,
The strength of the heart
Is born of unrestrained freedom,
Designed to create rather than destroy.
What use is the power of inspiration
If one's only ambition is to set the world ablaze
In a final, grandiose gesture of rebellion.
Love and destruction are not one in the same, even
As under a raging storm,
Trees proudly bear flaming leaves in fruitless consummation.
Beneath the living sky, your emerald eyes ignite,
Wildly intense, unexpectedly compassionate
A last gesture of surprising, unspoken poignancy.
The words you give live far beyond the heart that receives them.
It is a silent mist upon the gentle crunch of leaves.
Love sings in liquid tones, in thundering roars,
In verdant cries,
Seeking only itself in its own vision,
Our vision, consumed in dramatic immolation.
There is a single moment of perfection, and
The world fades into a picturesque tableau
Of immortality.
This is my poem for you,
Written from the heart, and
Inked upon unwitting strands of light.
I am abundance, unwilling to let you
Fade into simple oblivion.
The earth is my soul, and your song
Always my solace.
Long into the night, the memories play
Across the ghostly silence of apocalyptic
Pandemonium; reed flutes echoing
The sad, fragile longings of a child.
Take this tranquil night, and meet me there;
Let the tumultuous waters blend
Not unlike the rain and the sea.