This is my poem of love.

through the parting of the evening trees , thy silhouette is caught in the glass ball of the moon like the lost spirit of a former lover. my brow rains sweat onto my scrolling eyes. my heart quakes and shakes in its tin casing. you walk , no flow with the grace of the fall leaves. rising and dancing from the crisp September breeze of my wishes. you pass the blade of your finger across my face and destroying my heart. because you walk away. you go and see me for not what i want but what i fear. you have gone and found the prince charming that i always wanted but could never be. O curse the gods that made me wonder and curse my own idiocy. i want to scream to the heavens. but all that comes from my lips is the wisp of failed dreams. that is my life. a wisp of dreams