Ephemeral Love

In a room kept secret by the absence of God who waits for twilight,
The eloquent murmur of a loosening is a lap-is-blue love letter
A finger dancing in darkness is an innocent, ephemeral butterfly
On tip-toe upon the gossamer scenery lit by a springtime crescent moon

The hunting garb scattered upon the floor
Looks like the casting off of skin, and an awakening

In my dreams, as I sleep alone, in a rainbow
You, distant and beautiful, are captured within my heart
This is an ephemeral midsummer love

If the distant thunder awakens thy, the breeze wanders
Over the crimson arch of nail markings beneath the curtain of night

As you weep with guilt, your smile
Breaks all the strings of the harp's heart

In dreams amid the late summer rain, waiting for a rainbow
Wanting to brush lips together, softly, like dew upon flowers
In this momentary eternity.

In my dreams, as I sleep alone, in a rainbow
You, distant and beautiful are captured within my heart
In scarlet dreams, like falling in love
Burying myself in you, secretly, yearning the fierce-burning thorns
This is an ephemeral midsummer love