Sadly do I, your star child reminisce of days gone, my feline
friend by my side, preening his tiger-striped fur with his
sandpaper fine tongue, my candle lit, it’s flame flickering
and releasing the only scent of lavender that brings me joy
of you as it frees all of my senses to dance in the shadows.
I am at peace in my room this night overlooking the twinkling
lights of the city with all of its creatures that stir in the night,
toiling over their own souls of loss, hope and brighter mornings
as the chill penetrates where they lay.
I remember clearly your silhouette that lonely dark morning
as you stood in the shadows, your gown white as the Toledo sails
flapping ever so gently high above the ship that took you so far
away from me,your sable black hair glistening in the dawn,
your olive skins texture caressed my fingertips as we parted.
Pressing my lips to my fingers to taste you one last time.
oh my love, why did you leave me all alone to face the world
without you in it?
Like no other you left an impression upon me, like no other
before you, my heart ached and cried for you in every waking
hour, tormenting me throughout my lonely sleepless night.
You and only you stayed and penetrated my dreams, turning
them into the saddest accounts of desperation, awoken often
gasping for my breath, hoping you would be by my bedside to
lay your palm on my brow and calm me back to sleep.
But you were gone, the short spell we loved, we loved with
such intensity, our worlds collided and like two galaxies we
came together as one, yes two star children, glittering and
shining through the Universe, finally to meet on a cold harsh
winter night, just five short years ago. You knew me from first
glance; you said that we were meant to be together through
eternity. Oh those years spent were spent in total gratitude,
united by flesh, hearts, love and sorrows.Yet we were steadfast
A force to be reckoned with they would say. Could it be that
two such as you and I could actually be ONE in the same,
like twin souls meant to be together forever! But it was not to
last, somehow our armor was flawed, the sword entered and
found its mark and we fell at the feet of our enemies. Now I
watch us drifting off to sea, the boat taking us away, wrapped
in it’s ribbons of white sails as our flesh becomes one with the
albatross who guides us safely back to frolic in and embrace
the galaxy of exploding stars. The torch lit, we are set ablaze
to live forevermore.
© Copyright by Vincent Moore. All rights reserved
He was born and raised in Montreal Canada among the Irish, Brits, Italians and French. Point St Charles (commonly called The Point) was the Hell’s kitchen of Montreal. He played, cried, laughed and fought on the street corners, survival was an instinct and watching each others back important. Vincent left home at 17 to find his way in the world, failure and success he had plenty of. He studied the Arts and loved to draw and paint. Took acting lessons and envied those on the stage under the bright lights and hoped to some day become an actor, writer, playwright or painter. Vincent welcomes you to his world of mystery, fantasy and solitude. You can find a few of his writings in one of 3 books he's published.In Absinthia- In Melancholia and In Passionata.