Scars Had Cried Louder

There was a time of splendor not so very long ago

When the one she loves had spoken of an adventurous sky

Had lifted their optimistic gaze upon vividly autumn treetops

To whisper of the majestic clouds, of the incredible blues

And with eyes fixed upon these boundless possibilities

Her dream lover had asked of the world one solitary question,

“Do you hear the call?”

 

The words had not come upon her as a voice passing with the breeze

There was no rustling of colorful leaves dancing about bare feet

Nor was there a moment when her breath had snagged

As if she could feel a change, sense the subtle differences on the wind

Instead all that she had heard was a single distant droplet of water

Like a greet of toasting wine glasses the chime had perforated, resonated

Had lured her ever wandering feet towards the growing sound

Not a footfall hesitating as she had walked upon the moving surface

Of rapidly rushing waters which beckoned steady legs onward

Waters which had summoned her to the edge of a smoothed rock cliff

Overlooking an endlessly clear horizon and a great chasm below

Catching the waters in a deafening roar of a circling waterfall

As if a pocket scooped from the unsuspecting land which sole purpose

Is to gather each alluring drip in a pounding, churning mist  

 

Here where she had gasped at the beauty, the sensation of witnessing magic

Unsure where she stood, where the chime had transported her feet

Merely mesmerized by the unencumbered sky painted in soft pastels

Of the seemingly undisturbed waters surrounding as far as the eye can see

Falling in a thunderous rumble into a bottomless pit made so, so deep

Here where she had crouched at the cliff’s edge to caress warm streams

Tumbling over the side too quickly for her touch to cause a ripple

Pulling stunned fingertips away the moment she had felt it

Something familiar to her uttering emotions beneath the surface

An overwhelming feeling that had silently urged her to take the leap

Gasping yet again as she shot to her feet, spinning into the reflective miles

Her thoughts exploding as loudly as the crash of the waterfall

Knocked from her reverie as in that moment realization had dawned

That she walked amidst the immense spirit of her dream lover

 

Shaking her head in disbelief, fair features tightened with the sudden pain

Scars cackled at her ear, telling her the call to jump wasn’t meant for her

That there is another, always another, never once just her alone

Long untended wounds laughing at her helpless, hopeless foolishness

That she would dare to journey so far into un-wanting depths

Seemingly torn in every direction as her heart screamed to ignore the gashes

As her soul hurried to soothe, begged for her to listen more closely

But the sounds of her sheer agony muzzled a splitting, pleading heart

Dulled the trembling boom of the waterfall requesting that she dive

Time taking from her the ability to believe that she was the one, the only

That it was her that her lover stretched across space itself to hold

A spirit so welcoming, too exquisite, promising of hopes come true

If she would but close her eyes, take to flight upon loving wings

If she would but trust that it would be into arms where she would plummet

 

There at the edge of dreams where knees had buckled and doubt had won

Too proud to allow her tears to join the waters as a broken figure collapsed

Cursing hopes that would tease her so, to show her heart’s utmost desire

To bring her to this beautiful place she has forever ached to traverse

At the very precipice of her lover’s soul sadly whispering words to another

Not yet privy to the mistake being made and how the result would be

A shattered heart that would never again hear the flourishing call

That was meant for her all along

Reviews

[Jibey]

Well, this is a magnificent shifting of the writer's block into a torrent of flashing, spinning images that grab the mind's eye like the ever-changing patterns of a kaleidoscope. The writing quivers with feeling, dancing emotions of longing and hope, of fulfillment and desire, of disappointment and despair. Majestic and moving, this is a wonderful cri de coeur, a verbal firework that lightens up the sky, only to burn out into a darkened shell.

What a talent with words you have!

[Beautiful Intentions]

Such a lovely review, sweets. You simply inspire.

[Shaik]

simply beautiful

[Dust That Drifts Throug..]

You captured the tone, imagery, and theme of this poem. Beautifully written!