Poet of Misfortune #2

by Janis krumins

There was a time
When I believed that heaven's
Inviting arms would
Embrace my last breathe of wish
By letting me touch the
One
I wanted most
Here, in this hallow ground
Of disillusion.

But, along the tear-soaked path
the key of hope,
That opens the door
To your infinite bliss.
Have been lost.
Upon the azure sky of tomorrow
Clouds of joy have become
pallid ghostly moans

And now, alas,
I am lingering Angel-less
Within these walls of regrets
Waiting for the moment
To come with its
Graveyard-dark veil
And descend me to

Abyss of Oblivion

Deep Below
Your still beating heart

Oh, but do not weep for me!
Instead, rise Life's cup
To your sweet lips,
Drink from Love's wine
As you recall the memories of

~me~

For I have hidden
Within the vast wrinkles of my hands

A single drop of tear

That radiates
Your smiling voice,
Forever fuelling the fire
That burns for you
In my soul

And when I touchdown at my new home,
Upon the liquid cinders of sins
A smile will bloom once aging on my face
For I know,
With these erupting flames
Of eminent feelings
I will burn down this place,
Stumbling hell itself into dust
By my Halo of Love