Jasmine's Mind

We were perfect as summer’s flowers,
drizzling down like dazzled snowflakes onto the glass-tipped tower.
I met you when my eyes opened up onto the world,
the glinting sunlight throwing gold into my starry swirls.

Hello there, little girl of five,
say no to strangers, do you remember Little Red Riding Hood’s strife?   
I slipped on my cloak and traipsed into the woods,
running into mirth and Cinderella’s furry friends munching on their squirrely foods.

We walked the path of childhood and goodness,
beseeching time and fate to give us a prettier picture of perfectness.
I cut my arm open on the rose thorn of memory,
you bound up my wound and gave me the medicine of armoury. 

I grabbed you and pulled you into the world of solitude,
just be quiet, this is solely us alone together in infinitude.
I’m twenty and I never wanted to live so much more
than now, don’t you know that every tear I lost doesn’t matter anymore. 

So I hope you know we need to be together,
no matter what anyone says, we belong to forever.
Hearing them seeing you, at the bus station, the railway tracks…
Missing something, me losing you… is the epitome of a cosmic car wreck.

Please not be gone, I’m still staring into the sun
watching your silhouette burn out and die, that’s so fun.
I’ve had enough of losing boys to stars and jealous pangs,
so I can’t not find you too, my lovely twin gang.

Wait a minute, weren’t we already entangled from the beginning of time and space,
so what’s happened, to obliterate your mien and essence from my haunting place?
I say let’s give this another try, let me write another fifty poems or so,
and you promise me you’d return in a glorious blaze of sand dust and star dough.

Let this be the promise of a lifetime,
when I wander into the darkness of feckless, pretty rhymes,
you’ll be there awaiting me like a gay doll,
and we’ll re-enact innocence before the fall.     

I’m the only one who can walk without looking back or thinking forward,
because of who you were and how I made you much untoward.
Perhaps you blamed me and that’s why you left
our rainbow abode, now being starless and blind with a gaping cleft.   

The peachy persimmons twinkle at us from blades of daisy grass,
I hand my heart to you whilst I take charge of our soul, piecing together fragmented glass.   
So I’m still bleeding an ocean of blue drops missing you till eternity;
hello Jasmine, where are you—my mind is star-crossed with yours demarcating our reality.