To passion enchanted

I was the profane seeker that had never found sanctity
and the darkened jewel that was never polished.
Without caring I tempted delusion to perish with no sound,
a silvery mournful painting of a fire with no glory.

I gazed above to seize the mysteries deeply covered,
for I was a demon that none other ever knew about.
A lonely traveller with brightened eyes
that feasted through painful shadows with an agonizing soul
among the vilest of cries.

A gloomy yet silked endeavour to confront the odyssey,
a path of greyish painted frames of lunacy
where a sibilant weeping was heard imprisoned
as I fetched far greater landscapes than the previous night foretold.

I seeked for Beauty with an adventurous smile,
tired of all these restless images and all their lies.
To grant an heart to an unnatural being proving to be an eerie image,
yet holding the façade of majestic gardens and its delights.

There were years, centuries and millenniums
in which I held ashes on my hands,
for I twisted dreams into melancholic parades
and knew nothing about harmony in the saddest of the lands.

A sigh and its pain, an eruption of laments evoking
a faithless devotion in which no night had a smile
nor my lonely singing lived without a tear,
nor my humble light greeted happiness for a while.

Then,
When all seemed lost and weary,
on the left hand corner of a bleak endeavour,
where shame and regret hold much of distress,
came a golden light that wished me the greatest brilliance
for my tears had reached the stars.

“To where fire holds its breath
and the wind has no hunger to repair,
your tears twisted shadows into a piercing flame
remembering the brightest walls that below there is grace.

Where seas were of grief and light had its deceit,
your smile was a barren land, sightless.
You, a mirrored image of my sullen soul
that made me vibrant and yearning to finally prove of happiness.

Yes, for so long I too have felt alone
gracing the skies with honour
but with no brightness to call a home,
finding in you the truest of paradises,
all tears now gone!!!“

I was silent…
Paralyzed…
Her voice…

A dream and its blissful kiss…
A wave of gallant pleasantries
where she revealed me the firm embrace of passion
and the joyous insanity of a vast terrain with no grief…

There would no longer be a tempest of weary schemes
as a demon and an angel found the treasure so desired.
Love as a companion for Eternity,
warming even the coldest terrain with a passion scented fire.