poetic reasoning written

@Uootem

Stars garrisoned in the vast battle field of the empyrean.
guarding all my dreams and hopes... that fill the night skies.
does their twinkling demonstrate weakness... or is this frailty just in me?
wishing stars in their shooting across to melt in thin air;
seemingly pseudo... but still I make my futile plea
to the cosmos with poetic reasoning written
and with unfilled incarnations of a familiar idea.

Wauling winds whip through barren tree branches on this winter day
A voice with such coldness as it speaks of lost love and death of a heart;
Sounds that exist only in premature self-torment of the nugatory of loveless-ness.
Can it not speak of my love for you in unwritten words... must the haunting continue?
Can you hear it.... as clearly as you once heard me with your magnificent eyes?
Eyes that in memory still provide life-saving warmth to my soul
As I feel the comfort of your breath upon my neck in the recollection of whispers.

A rainbow makes its passioned promises in the aftermath of the storm.
A vision indecorously sporadic and at times seemingly obscure.
Vividly colorful without the need of my imagination...
except for existence and placement of its treasure.
Yet gazing upon this promise is the only antidote for my plight
with all other promises quashed by the barbarous passing of time
But can such a mystical vision save me from an defiled excoriation.

My thoughts soar in the fresh airiness of renewed hope and promise...
as I hear the robin's prognostication of springtime rebirth,
I relish in his assurance that all things are ameliorated with this pretentious change.
Will I no longer be condemned to gasp such sepulchral screamings...
in my beckoning for release from this solitude of lifetime emptiness.
Still continues a desperation for your love... a touch of your comfort...
a taste of your sweetened lips... a listening for the seraphic melody of your voice...
For only your return... no mere season change... can enfranchise me with rapture.

I watch with attentiveness afar to the stars fixedly waiting to take upon a wish...
I listen intently to the wind for the sound of your awaited approaching...
I believe in the promise that follows the storm in quietness and relief...
I rejoice with the rest of nature at it awakens from winter's slumber...
I gather all the poetic reasoning I can to satisfy this yearning in my soul...
searching for your love, your touch, your lips, your voice...
But can such frustrated writing of words save me from this lifetime torment.