Eternity belongs another beauty -
in still frame
            on a cloud lulling
she builds castles out of air in the deep, dismal night.
Detached she becomes;
a bitter pill can be hard to swallow
grabbing a cigarette
             he lays on the couch, consigned to oblivion.

Forlorn thoughts flood his mind.

Without warning
his heart abruptly confesses
                            to sincerity;
a flash of clairvoyance and he explodes
identifying the surface
            of what truly matters.

He imagines her
displaying a grace so beautifully abundant
            in his narrow light of bliss,
he begins to cry
conceiving her words,
                           raining clarity.

           The goddess, miracle
                        illuminated muse.
          A value deferred, invisible hue

Returning to her tower
where she resides
              underneath royal purple dreams,
declaring his wrongs,
a scatter of laughter
& they grasp the truth
             succeeding their eyes.

The Venus influence
has brought the sun
              into his somber eyes.
Rain, now absent,
              in this radiant realm.