propel unrealistic ideas
love can destroy, even believers
love is a life sentence
love could be amputated in seconds
thinking about these roses in hindsight
I never saw the beauty, the light was too bright
lost in the waves of my thoughts

each hunch was on life support
every breath taken, sigh of hope
food for thought, each idea was a spiritual loaf

like a cardiac arrest, the departure of the heart
as the body and soul relocates
to a place where the sun wakes up to a fresh start
dawn kisses dusk to caress a weathered heart
the same ideas pierce the flesh to create fine art

art

from irregular patterns, the beauty leaves the gods in awe
and muted the antichrist
the heart now swings like a pendulum
the rhythm is the silent serenade for the deaf
and love to a broken spirit like this weathered heart is wealth