Sorting Out

Sorting Out

Take my canto,
me again. My breadth
staggers when I don't see you.

Hoisting my grief
I unbelieve the lamb, that
jumped into inferno.

To undo the moon―
heart will not accept the
verdict of summer― setting sun.

Your jaw drops
when shadows disappear
under the stars.

The distance multi―
plies, when I try to
come near you.

The ash blinks, words
shrink, yet there was a silent yes.
You roll me down in your tears.

Reviews

[John Cardwell]

I love your style SV. Another image-filled enigma of beauty.

[Poetic Beauty]

To me this sounds like a love that is fading, people becoming distant with each other.