To Whom it may concern...

Dear …,

  Let me humbly address your stature while you gracefully lend me attention in the most informal way proper for this gives me strength to pen these things…

Too long have these heavy nights crept behind solace silhouettes and dreams of summer.
Flaunting a visage of color
Contained within the viewer’s heart, this portrait is but a mirror
Painted with a white that leaves a pastel so disfigured…
Only to usher dreams tainted with scenes of heaven, vanity creasing the pages of a well-written scripture to toll the words it so strongly displays, I for one embrace.
Unfortunately, just as dusk would have it’s way,
Night would bring the end of day…
Just as the ties lost their hold. Falling from a finger to a grave
Bellow the horizon where a river lays by the sea.
And in it’s reflection… a jewel…
More precious than the moon.
Uncontrollably impure, the sounds would wake ripples in a dawn.
Where figures are reborn from a slumber and sculptures are created from eyes forlorn,
Skulking through the pillars of thorn, asking
“Will this persona escape this masquerade, façade put on by the representatives of fate?”
Alas… love. Stalking an Autumn night showering me with genius words
To reel my heart with poetry so pure…
A love so pure…
So I send this in hopes that these meaningless words reach your ear…
In hopes that this love can mend your wings…

  Because in the end it’s all we have left… all we have left…