Ode to Dead Love

 

 

Ode to Dead Love

 

Midnight, violet, indigo sea of melancholy

of a love no longer found.

Not in azure eyes,

reflection of adoration-

two no longer bound.

Pink and peach, fair color skin-

touch no longer lingers,

all that’s left is a yearning.

Crimson passion-gone-

in her wake-sanguine,

ink, the color of burning.

Now faded to ash.

Affection once there evermore,

turned to mauve and lime like death.

Dead love-once blossomed

with rose and lemon dreams,

once before, the other’s breath.

This cherry love now past,

hurts like black and blue;

magenta, tangerine sky aglow,

remember times shared,

when all was not lost

to a dead love of not so long ago.

 

 

 

 

This is just a random photo I had found and thought it fitting for this poem I have written. I just threw this into the mix because all the colors in the poem remind me of a beautiful, vivid fall day.