Colors more vibrant, the soul it feeds

   All taste sweeter poised to please

As they slumber, before the light

   Fevered dreams in the dead of the night

Many would run to their whispered pleas

   Hearts pounding desire, love or disease

Cold as death, brilliant as life

   Oblivious love’s blade, daggered knife

Pierced, stinging sweetly, tis so afflicted

   Unapologetic sin, unconfessed, unconvicted

Ghostly pale, its shape takes form

   Bewitched mind where love is born

Love’s changing weather, now clouded sky

   Darkened the colors, felt poised to die

Vision tunneled, just one object seen

   Foundations now falling, life’s structure it leans

Unventured future, far distant hope

   Dangling there at the end of a rope

For Chris

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