Whenever my aurora is in a coma, I see your goldenrod glimmer,
two cherished minute maybe? shall I toast the sweet crimson fragrance you embellish.
Alone you'd pour your benevolent skin under the frozen river,
only kissed by your roses, I'd love to gamble with torment.
and when the ocean tries to grasp my dearest treasure,
I'll express a each wave with lines, just to prove my valor,
I know my rainbow shall sleep again with fervor,
and realm of memories will lose its color.
Adelram Cenk (author) from ocean on January 11, 2019:
Thank you so much for taking the time to read my poem, I deeply appreciate it, sir.
Mark Tulin from Ventura, California on January 10, 2019:
Reread this poem and my second comment. Love the word connections and imagery here, aura in a coma. Your poetry is fresh and original.
Tim Truzy from U.S.A. on January 10, 2019:
Stirring and reflective - eloquent. Loved it.
Thank you for this poem.
Clive Williams from Jamaica on January 09, 2019:
Very nice piece here.
Adelram Cenk (author) from ocean on January 07, 2019:
Thank you, sir.
Mark Tulin from Ventura, California on September 02, 2018:
Enjoyed the poem. Great title.