Ignis Faatus

Temporal beings of Evanescence whom can mesmorize so thoroughly, we forget all together who or what we are..

It had been years since
They saw each other last
Living in the moments
That went too fast

He breathed softly
I'm her direction
The years, to you
And your heart,
Have been kind

And for me
And all I've been through
Only has served
To soften mine

He paused slightly
Waiting for the silence to stir,
But when it did not
He spoke

Life for me has been a blur
Over the spectrum of colour
Within which I've been only
Granted a few special moments
Of sensuality and amongst those
Were the fleeting seconds
I spent with you..

Defying death
And proclaiming love
Within the same contradicting breath
With which we knew
It could not last forever..
Knew it had it to come to an end..
Someday..

And yet, there you were,
Living breathing proof that it hasn't

And still years later, here I am
Reminiscing over the things

I cannot forget

I remember
Hearing somewhere, once upon a time
That the blessed were those
Who could forget..
No I wouldn't call it torment
For it is better to have loved and lost
Than to have never loved at all

But rather, I'd say
I'm the last standing monument
Of the living dead
Crumbling, fading into inexistence
And tho alive, already dead

Oh life,
How will I remember you,
When I cannot remember anymore?

Reviews

[frivolous treasures]

Very interesting title!! It goes well with your themed poem, creating a slight chill to your bittersweet words.

"but rather, i'd say
i'm the last standing monument
of the living dead
crumbling, fading into inexistence
and tho alive, already dead"

What a brilliant stanza!! This stanza really jumped out to me, and you wrote it with such depth... Very good once again :)

[Abraxasbird]

Frivolous treasures, you have an interesting array of intrigues, because in all honesty, the poems of mine that you have reviewed thus far, are so dear to me, so in tune with my current circumstance, that it is the most uplifting experience, having someone to peek in my inner world, and experience the depth I try to escape by leaving my feelings, on a loose leaf, but you bring it back to me as if it were fate, with your sweet comments, thank you :)

[frivolous treasures]

Haha, thank you, what a compliment ^_^ I understand what you mean... That poetry springs from the heart and soul, so much so that the brain has no time to process or change the pure words of what we are feeling. You are most welcome, always :)