Condemned

I stand condemned
By your Gift, my tainted Rose
Who succumbed under the weight
Of your own petals.

I paint the sky with fading mosaics
Of our shattered dreams.

Your tender Infinity, I taste
In furtive glances.

My eyes are blank mirrors.
Reflections of your Desire,
Quiet pools of longing
Where you leave your Heart.

You search for me,
Because I am the one who found You
When you had lost Yourself.

You look at me,
Because my gaze reminds you
Of who You were
Before the Wheel pressed you underground.

Because you left the dirt
To become clean again
In the cover of my palm.

I'm not a Poet.
I catch doves in mid-flight,
Dye their feathers with my longing
Then release them back
Where I know they'll find you.

I'm not a Bard.
I capture ancient Melodies
In my slumber,
Tie them fast with ribbons
Deliver them to you before the Dawn.

If only you knew
The glimmering Moon that visits me by night.
The Mission she has for me
I serve only Her.

She whispers to me her secrets
Of a World Unseen
Dutifully, I relinquish myself
To be her willing martyr,
Her dutiful Messenger
Her ray of Sun.