Malachite

- The Seasons Of Grief: Chapter I - Poem II -

Green as malachite, the beams shine bright as you do, too,

Fresh off the stage, where every chord still feels brand new

Another city, neon gritty, heartbeats steady,

Thinking of you always

Splintered dreams and silver screens, late-night scenes,

I was lost ‘till we found our place

You make my words a melody in motion,

Hand in hand, a syncopated ocean,

For everyday you laid down for me

You wrote a verse to let me be free,

We’re going to be okay, our pain now laid

Tough as malachite, the graphite breaks down anew,

Fresh off the set, where all the industry plants grew

Camera flashes, scandalous clashes, coffee dashes,

You keep me in a cool haze

Concert scenes and symphonies, dawning streets,

Now that I know better, I will never, ever leave

My folks said it was too fleeting,

But we’re a song, endlessly repeating,

For an entire world that needs a steady ringtone

You’ll remix my days spent alone,

I’ll rewrite your sky; we’ll make the time

How the malachite shows,

To the loft where my vinyl hums with its evergreen touch,

From how your voice says in a dark place whispering, “You’re all I love”

To the green who says I’m the one in his composite dreams,

To the red who lights the reel with cinematic gleams,

And no matter what I’ve been through, or how much I’ve ever lost,

We’re never losing our rhythm now that I know what it costs

Here, on the couch where our love first found its wings,

And soon-to-be wedding rings

It’s going to be okay, we’ll say one day

For every lyric and frame, we create

There’s no doubt

We were always fate