Happy Birthday

I've always found birthday's ominous reminders; I tried to find a little courage.

Happy Birthday

 

I'll try a little bouquet for my birthday.

For though I sail the absence blind,

Pulled from the empty depths,

Distilled by god's printless hands, and

 interred by his idle breath, still,

this nascent ripple echoes through time

And rings aloud for me on this day.

 

Though it means my small features age

 and betrays the hope of a wisdom gained.

Though death invites this heavy crawl,

this stunted child of the dying,

whose caste bears the cost of flight

by feathers shed, and efforts lost.

Their graves sprinkled across the fray

And their memorials soon blown away.

 

Though I be unbearably light,

Memories, strung together by threads.

And thoughts, listless but there,

Just enough to see what's not there,

and desires lit ablaze by what?

By these moments so soon sewn shut,

Always ending with their beginning?

 

And though experience erodes its way,

Down to my heart, my buried heart.

 A cost my love must pay?

You my love, my radiant face,

You, my captive heart,

and my fervent embrace,

You, my thousand moonlit kisses,

with my painted sky,

You, my chambered soul, my resting place

 where I still come to try

To say the grace.

 

Yes… though I be destroyed

Bound under this vast, ruptured sky,

Set ablaze by a fiery asteroid.

I'll spread my dreams, my jewels,

my beautiful foolishness

beneath the crimson sky.

And dance to the lightness

Of our sacred bliss

With a song in my heart,

 A rose in my teeth,

And the fire in my eye.