A pearl

(a verlibre)

In the silence of twilight,
he wanders through fog-kissed alleys—
a young man clasping shadows,
his heart a tempest brimming with longing.

Her laughter echoes in his mind,
a siren's call drowned in melancholy,
while dreams unfurl like tattered sails,
each pearl thread glistening with dread.

She wears that necklace—oh!—around her alabaster throat;
pearls plucked from tumultuous tides —
the ghostly hands of desire grasp beyond reach,
past phantom seas where the waves recoil into murky whispers.

But what is this obsession?
A mirror reflecting love’s dark underbelly:
the forests where hope grows twisted and wild,
where shadows cloak their secrets like serpents lurking beneath leaves.

He stumbles upon memories entangled in roots of envy;
every sigh ignites a flicker of fear— each glance reveals bare truths:
that passion tilts dangerously towards possession;
and beneath every blush lies an echo too primal to speak.

The trees loom overhead like ancient judges -
their gnarled figures etching disdain onto his brow –
do they know that he juggles lust and despair?
that behind every promise lingers doubt sunk deep as ships lost at sea?

In dreams she dances on shores pulled by night’s tide:
her silhouette kissed by moonlight's beguiling caress;
but always just out of grasp—a fleeting specter
constricted by both time and the unyielding pull of desire's gravity.

Oh how sweet her name tastes on parched lips!
yet ominous thoughts shape themselves into vengeful tides—all slashing waves.
A phantasmagoria weaves between them—the essence unnamed but felt so acutely —
like rain falling softly against sharpened rocks shaping paths to nowhere.

Is it love drawing him closer or madness coiling tighter?
Each heartbeat imprints darker shades into vivid dreams:
fragments scattered across vistas wild with malevolence-
as if a pagan God himself shapes seedlings from grief that bloom vibrant yet frail together.

Their union threatens treacherous storms (wet with salt and tears) —
awaiting reckoning along tangled roots submerged in shadowy waters -
awaiting reflection amongst those abominable pearls strung tight around fragile vows...

And so he walks onward through relentless mist —
a soul adrift caught in churning depths stirred anew by visions unsaid...
for love spins tales both exquisite and grave as stars sink slowly beneath charred horizons—
like whispered confessions turned to ashes amid simmered fantasies wrapped ‘round relics worn thin.