Lost Romance
I see a girl, she stands on the edge. The edge of the abyss’s dark past. She stands there wand weeps for her lover is lost… yet she knows that he is so very near…
I sense a duty… her dress flutters in the wind. Speaking… whispering… her name I cry out in my heart… but only a tear comes out screaming. There is nothing I can do for this aura-shimmering lady…
But I create the past… and kiss her in the future, for her mind has gone and come back. She thinks to the heavens, and kneels in prayer… for her soul has been taken die dementia…
Walking up the path… her back is turned. She cries at the top of the cliff. Water surges…. Tempers below, as tear after tear cries at last. The wind blows her hair…. Diamond black as the sorrow she cringes… and trembles in the wind…
Looking down… her breath becomes faint… and the temptress crashes her waves. Her dress turns pure black as her sadness engulfs all else… but all is not lost as lost kisses thunder…
Closed eyes awaken as light sails down on her…. She sees an image of her lover… and the thunder turns to aura. She weeps… and stretches out her hands to the sky as her fluttering dress turns pure white. She kisses the melody of the silent sad story… under heavens of glowing pure aura…