the world revolving around you
never came near me until you broke away;
a contrast of time and space enveloped my demeanour
you were there in my smoking vision
through the fog sending a ship away in a bottle with a message
who is this about
you ask
while i fade away into the tintinnabulations of the sacred oracle
this is about me
you,
the world, anyone who will listen
says the willowing muse who is not me but carries my essence
you question it
but never find a way to disprove my ethereal theories
walking away in a cloud of
sweet smelling mist
you turn back to utter a last curse that is simultaneously
a love sonnet
and shoot the inevitable arrow into my burning soul