Released

by BRIANNA ROSE BURTON

I blanket thoughts that may confer
the ephemeral solitude of my soul,
for in the stir of winter’s breeze,
my mind’s phantom is released.

On wistful nights under the stars,
I catch a glimpse of who we are:
For often times, piety reigns,
from water deep to brightest flame,
where beauty finds a host like thee,
when death has finally been released.

So lament, thou, in vapid tears,
for those years can mend the soul,
forget the inflamed memory,
that captured thee unfold,
for the measures that shall stretch
through space and across the seas,
no longer will be vibrant then
when pain has been released.