Vanished

 Vanished

In our faces’ garden

we were the only flowers,

bunch of roses and lilies

that clambered and twined,

heads hung down, laden

 with perfume.

Her heart on my heart,

my heart in hers,

we listened to the music

of debris and dry leaves-

enchanted snakes

in the wind.

We dreamt together,

 lilac scent intertwined us in the sweetest dream

until winter’s dreaded

influence meandered

into her thoughts;

our dreams drifted apart.

Her wiles played havoc

with my soul;

I lay awake,

restless.

My tired bones ached.

Grief untamed tossed

my heart,

rained

 torrent of tears

on a silver sunset.

My tears of sorrow weaved

chains of pearls for her neck,

a neck (I remember) as tender

as love’s words.

I told my tale,

but it was unheard.

I lived but my life

was bruised.

 I yearned for her face’s beauty

cultivated in flesh and blood’s land.                                                                                                                                                                                            

 I prayed and prayed and prayed;                           

 she vanished without saying.

Tommy Somah