The Essence of Nike

Lost in the sedulous sombre of a pristine pearl
Bathing in the ebullient enigma crooned
from your untampered zephyr
On the ignominy of my wails resurrected
in a freezing fable
I am a portrait painted by the colours
of a poets haze.
A sail glimpsed in the beck of a resplendent albatross
Encumbers in the mellifluous melancholy
of a stainless wish
Vivid in the graveyard of a raven singing
ballad of broken beatitude
A gasp of reviviscent serenity rests
in the sweven of your glee.
Bestowed with the curse of falling stars on
the sheath of my spine
The glimpse gliding from your ecstatic rainbow
swallows the alew of my eyes
For I am a setose petal plucked away from its opulent floret
Marooned to the isle where shores roar
with the dwindle of dandelions.
With the laurels of light lost in the abyss
of crescentless fields.
The moth of preluded memoria escapes
in the evanescence of lucid dreams
As the wink of Sun's splendour is eclipsed
on the silent shards of twilight
The testimony of my alphabets flutter
in the verbiage of your warmth
As esperance of blissed lips carve the brim
of blessed dawn
A tear of my breath quivers in the hymns
of your rutilant laughter.
The arc of a ravaged heart seeking essence
in the splinters of its pulses
Embraced in the fingertips of a halo
transcending its trace
With fire birthing a synonym in the
ripples of ice crowning water
To a shiver of soundless souvenirs transcribed
in yearning echoes
In the dichotomy of depraved dilemmas
bores a realm of eloquent cyclones
To reflect a wave of living in
the cradle of crashed voyages
In structures of a shackled heart
moors a flower of florid felicity
Genuflecting the tremors of a
serendipity of stolen embrace. 

The sunset emblazoned with gratitude
to the expanse of the evergiving sky,
smothered her silky billowing breast,
cotton candy blushes ere evening died.
She hugged her neath her velvety dark cloak,
as time to withdraw from day approached,
knew that her beauty had the latter enthralled,
yet chose not to overpower, belittle at all.
To the sky forever was sunset divinely obliged ,
hadn't she not opened out her dreary skies, 
though feeling feverish and burning inside,
as the day turned ripe to bid goodbye ?
So she threw some sparkle onto the waves ,
until diamond studded waters danced in craze ,
peaks of music crescendo kissed the flaming orb,
to garner her attention each of them a gorb.
She then shined to the bloody rising moon ,
heard a thousand lights sing the nocturnal tune;
now out of nowhere sprang Goddess Venus, 
vying to outshine the crescent proud moon .
This eternal tryst ever a love story unique ,
makes my heart pound faster, awe as i speak;
that canvas of the skyline immortal shall be, 
etched by almighty in our minds for free.

Sometimes I wish to be the wind in spring,
To be the subtle swell of chilling breeze,
There beneath the butterfly's fragile wing,
And through the new-sprung leaves of flowering trees.
And too, to be the storm that stirs the sea,
That lifts the waters into waves' tempest,
To live without fear and so powerfly,
The strength of nature's forces at their best.
And oh, to be the wind, ruffling thy hair,
Running sweet-softly through with my fingers,
Taste thy thick breath curling into the air,
Thine own force of nature; thy warmth lingers.
If I were all nature's power, so free,
I'd spend all my efforts to be with thee.