memory

@Uootem

memory drifts through my mind as an illusive vapor
such a mystical adulterer - who knows not of time or mercy.
like ink poured out on a pure white page
an ethereal apparition shuns reality with pyrexia.

i write of it's musings-- unique haunts of a bygone age
forming in the panorama of the cruel wasteland of hope where I know exist.
in the world of dreaming in which memory jaunts
unsought by the jester-like poet, found nonetheless
is spun a platinum phlox with the sternest of augury
"do not resist me, for you can not."

words written and placed in the sepulcher of such things
as an omen, first envisioned in restless slumber
now an idle threat, made obscene in confession
to kill a soul by becoming the obsession
for the word-jester is devoted to his craft
a fool born of loneliness - but lamentable traitor he's not
his anguished screams with burning defiance
"I won't betray the memory, it's all I've got!"

emotional danger now surrounds him... mortal to his sanity
like a moth drawn to hypnotic flame... he must come forth
imminent death warned by the raven... a darkling spirit cannot be tamed.
to seek the wizardry of verse, his destiny is such
for sage advice, futile hope or magic spell
"I have no power in which to offer... but the gates of hell."
swiftly to act on the recollection of shared love whispers
throughout the realm of imagination, a decree does ring
the jester was cast into the pit of yearning
where he lost his sanity... his demise, the losing of love

this empiric now rules... lost lover's hopefulness 
its secret is buried... with the bones of this fool
the way to renewal never more shall be seen
as memory of her drifts through my mind as an illusive vapor
such a mystical adulterer - who knows not of time or mercy.
like ink poured out on a pure white page
an ethereal apparition shuns reality with pyrexia.