Endless Search

A short poem to find that lost love.

Withered trees await the spring,
a hope to move on.


A journey ends not at destination,
a path forlorn.


Spiritless eyes bespeak despair,
love bygone.


charred memories skippered in gale,
an austere oblivion.


moored in perdition by baphomet's horns;
salved by a casket - hell atorn-ed.


fossiled remains hydrocarbonated,
compressed, supressed, reform-ed.


my soul still seeks your delicate presence
writhing in blue flames in an infinite tense.