Ethereal Moments The Poetry of Donavon Scott Vinson
Love's Funeral Pyre
I lie sadly broken upon the dark mast
of your rampant desire for our demise
as the greasy black smoke of our end curls
lazily above the fiery funeral pyre of our marriage.
Leaving only the glowing embers of its
unimaginable joy to bear immortal witness
to our once great and unshakable love.
But there is one thing for certain and
shall ever stand the bitter test of time
my dear lady: I loved you with pureness
ever happily encompassed in the bright flames
of deepest passion and desire for you.
Donavon Scott Vinson