Promises Unfulfilled

 

Like a flame in the empty night,
the gift of your light shines bright
in this wretched, odious dark,
this place of promised paradise
eclipsed by heedless circumstance.
(We never really had a chance.)
So I wait here, cold and alone,
wracked by torrents of doubt.

In your absence all life's colors
faded out to ashen shadows,
dulled into shades of grey,
and the tick of time's slow passage
echoed through the gloom.

Aurora is your name,
synonym for my desire.
Passion drew me to you
only to be confounded,
again and again and again,
in a constant cycle of agony
as commonplace as my dreams;
and dreams, such impetuous things,
revert to wild imaginings.

O, goddess, your return brings
a maze of bewildered meaning
where fleeting hope lies out of reach,
lost in a future that is past, laden
with promises unfulfilled.

​

10/24/2012