confessions before an open door

before an open door i lay my confessions like 

wreaths in an abandoned battlefield i confess 

there was once a glory that ravished my eyes

i confess above the moon a tide she brings

i confess the earth’s heartbeat stops 

& the moon bends to worship her rays

i confess her heart belongs to someone else

& this fantasy she entails is what germinates my dreams

i confess she has to choose between a melody 

of beauty & coals of fire

i confess the trees gulped in her essence

& the stars join in her radiation

my confession before an open door is 

that a girl is a metaphor for brightly things