Illusory Love

Two lovers crested in their dawning prime

to a panoramic view, their heads touching the clouds,

soaring o'er the treetops like majestic eagles;

the whispering wind a serenading sound track 

that propelled their lusty limbs to amour's,

climaxing dew point to share their ephemeral

desires--gases that would never congeal

Never shifting gravity's, gradient clutch,

became light-headed Loons, whose blood never reached

their heads, and suddenly spiraled through the muddled

haze. In the rearview, each fantasy floated into

the porous rotunda as two, dazed souls crashed

to the ground

Into the valley of doubt and despair,

peering up at the steep mountain

 as over the windward slopes drifted

salty tears of remorse.

Once flaming vistas are quenched in the

swirling mist.

Embers of illumined horizons smolder,

lying in the sun's shadow

each fond memory slowly fades.

The sunbeams, now a flickering candle,

filter through the thatched seams and

ping off the bleached, rotting surface

baring the outlines of two, hollowed souls,

Afterward, blending into twilight's bleary folds,

before disappearing into the dark night,

leaving only drooping leaves--green figments

threaded into a jade canopy embalming

their floundering dreams