Ode to a close one missed

Countin’ thy airy wafts,
 I could no more than watchin’ thee
  With clenchin’ whistle coaxin’ into th’ dwindlin’ Deep,
   I tried to lean as if space could harden under me.

What we teach ’em?
 - Crumbled castles, chilly fervidity,
  Where armor in purity? Glory in humility?
   - Or mendin’ a peak-to-down endless ladder is an Arch bein’?

What impulse will ascent thee blue
 When thy fool’s promise land sloughs
  Hilly scrubs, balancin’ on an unanswered sacrifice?
   Wasn’t louder than th’ deprivation yell thy flawless consonance?

Havin’ a reverse soul by thy side,
 Of rememberin’ leavin’ cracks on th’ ground,
  Thou push it off desperately of forgettin’ to raise dust,
   But human’s ambiguous as there’s a path betwixt Hell and Paradise.

What hurts thee deeper:
 Green victory or on thy palm comrade’s sword mark?
  Saw’st sky fragile bleedin’ ov’r fellows’ steely medley?
   If so, sing to th’ Six Day offsprings veers come janus-facin’.

But now take a deep exhale,
 Empty th’ in-crystal-glisten gleamin’ domain,
  Right to in-scarlet-lurid forsakenness on winged despair;
   As that Day high-aimed Essence fell for tremblin’ tempest.

Thy power’s scratch on blade,
 False Pride’s draggin’ bleedin’ guest.
  Balancin’ on of praised hail mercurial scales,
   Comin’ when th’ table’s left, after th’ last sip it faints.

Thy wings vibrate ov'r cliffs,
 Once afore Heaven’s sustain, glowed
  Like foreverness of th’ star thou called yours,
   I’ll watch after if it falls on my peak of th’ hilly two-side world.