They say the world will end, in ashes, in fire When the breath halts, when the fleeting ones retire When the mourning taps in the moonless night And the cosmic cellar crumbles in its flight When a candle’s eye smokes in tears When the bosoms surge with fancied fears They say the… Continue reading This is the end, in ashes, in fire
Sitting under the flicker The gaze rapidly trails For an unsated wish to occur For the lettering of those fairy tales One after the other Waiting for the fancies to fall For the pains to be sated The remains of the ones that still crawl Only a wish to make things happen Just once. Like it… Continue reading When I wished upon stars
The cold Jack frost breezes collide with the silk of the salmon jowl, And the surge blows the being as the enshrined memoirs growl. The satin subsoil slips gently beneath those rugged feet, And the homeless thoughts wander forlorn above the crippling sleet. The menacing silence falls upon the somber ashes of the… Continue reading Recurring memoirs
Lotus by the drifting watercraft, and the high pouring tides, Sunken in a transcendent enigma of the eluding voice. Her curls spruce up, the sand beneath the palm slides, The crisp sea gusts hit her face and she unmasks a laugh in rejoice. From the first blush to the late dim, till the old moon… Continue reading Trancing among the dreams unsated
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