Poet of Misfortune #1

by Janis krumins

I pour light into words
And upon my Soul's Lips
They break unto sweet notes
Yet, my love cannot be heard
From these faithful verses
For it is unutterable by
A Mortal Poet

I call you a Beautiful Queen
And trace your heavenly outlines
With blazing images of passion
Yet, my creation is pallid
Unworthy to gaze upon
For there is nothing I mold
Can resemble you

Still I etch these whispering soul-tears
Into the empty pages of my life
For your existence has lit up my darkness
And I have become a bleeding pen
In Love's hand
Writing, night after night,
When you are a sleep
So when dawn welcomes your beauty
I can lay these verses at your feet
To let your eyes read about The One
You keep turning away from