Senses

Did you hear that whispered cry?
Those echoes of degradation
As pungent tears surged forth
expelled in memoried murmurs
from a melancholy soul
The beleaguered sighs
seized by the last tormented gasp
Released in anguished liberation,
to taste the bittersweet goodbye
Left to savour the offerings
of an unadulterated love
To taste the scent
of the crimson skies
As the sweet aroma
enthrals the senses
Softly beckoning closer
ever closer
In a promise of
enlightenment
That final
freedom!