Sutured Contusions

[_color_me_in]

So here's an end to all those nocturnal meetings
when the gales would howl through the night,
rendering inaudible our hollow greetings
beneath the lamps flickering light.
The apotheosis of beauty within each gust,
so flies an ambiance of sand and dust,
carrying along an ephemeral delight.

But all such joy must cease erelong,
so to those winds we bid adieu -
a final farewell to the enrapturing song
which amidst the tempest solemnly blew.
And within the cello's diminuendo
resonated a doleful innuendo -
a final requiem for lost virtue.

For that majestic flame which shall burn nevermore,
nostalgia shan't again be felt -
no more regret for what was before
and has within our hearts since dwelt.
As all those burns and minor contusions,
it went unnoticed within our sweet confusion,
leaving the most severe of welts.

So here's an end to retrogression
which has since been corrected,
for it is a body's natural progression
when evanescent hope is rejected.
For I've had dreams where I knew what to say
but as night collapses into day
from all these plans, I have defected.