Silent Reveries

Silent Reveries: her pov

My love, how long have I

been waiting for you? 

I strangle myself in the

whorl of my life.

Echoes pierce through my veil,

yet I wait in silence—

where your reveries pour

as the glow of fireflies

glides through the keyhole of the door.

When will you take me there,

to weave the essence of the life

we once dreamed?

I long to feel your warmth,

like petrichor rising from the dry earth.

Now I see: waiting is more dreadful than death,

as it escorts us into the abyss of nothing.

Silent Reveries; his pov

My beloved, what quiet joy

to stand beside you again.

Who told  love turns ephemeral

when silence has conquered all?

I see you every second,

from the golden doors.

At times, stars and moon

aid me in glimpsing you.

Seeing you in agony

put me into the abyss of despair.

In your waiting,

sorrow blooms in the Eden.

Now I come here,

in silence, unnoticed by the angels.

Soon, I must cross beyond the sky.

Before dawn breaks, I crave to embrace

the memories we once relished.

-Essi Marian John