Glimpse Of The Splendor

The sound of her voice tears me apart
But instantly the pieces come to fall
Serenely, like darkened leaves
Completely concealing the path ahead

So who is not lonely among us?
Those who have not glimpsed the splendor
Of her selfless heart, nor her warming smile
Can count themselves as content in ignorance.

A conscious effort ripped her from my mind
And consigned once glorified passions
To mere nostalgic fancies,
Though I find myself treading upon these
Like broken glass, the calenture
Never once dimming.
Not once.

Flames on a lake as viewed from below,
Raging and burning in some other place
Deep within myself.
We will see how long my breath will hold.

So who is not forsaken among us?
Those who have not glimpsed the splendor
Of her kind nature nor bewitching beauty
Will remain strangers to a true heartache.

A conscious effort ripped her from my mind
And consigned once glorified passions
To mere nostalgic fancies,
Though I find myself treading upon these
Like broken glass, the calenture
Never once dimming.
Not once.

Not once.

Once would be enough.