LOVED HER STILL

Loved Her Still

if tears can mean more than sadness,

then emotions are merely just series of lapsing smiles,

Let not love nor passion be the bed on which I lay in pursuit of peaceful harness,

but a dream to be love and be loved be enough to lighten my world and bring joy the stars have never once seen lay awake in the motal isles.

I seek to sow life into burning flames of dreams,

but if ash can turn into beauty,

then thoughts are proof enough that am guilty as charge by the light dresses truth in golden seams.

But if words can bleed hearts, then roses can became gardens on which my blood pour as i recite the endless rivers of thought that forever flow to a perfect eternity.

As dreams despair,

Trust becomes nothing but corrupted euphoric notions of life,

Written in the abyss of thoughts of those who barely know what to believe.

but if hearts were just another nail on fingers and not the reason I live then the right to rip them open to her i bestow like power to a king seeking to sit the throne in the presence of truth as a trusting wife.

Death was merely a word in my mind for her i would so these lips used to say,

as the burning sun kissed these broken lips, sanity told me my death was at the hands of the one who brings life into my soul.

A soothing rhythem of heartstring in the beauty of silence loving her till the love we made became the very reason why my joy dwell into a darkened grave and not the shining hay.

Neither pain nor death be a large to pay thought i before my soul was ladden in a trench of misery painted upon the very bed on which we lay,

yet i loved her still.

- Emmanuel Rayan Daka (The Red InkHeart

- RAI(REALM OF AN INKHEART)

ARTWORK BY Serghio Ghetiu