Flutter away m'dear, away into the flowers melt,
shy kisses enthral the senses but we lost ourselves
in the painted halls, in every frame a new life hanging
on the tips of wild tongues
Upon southerly winds walking together, soldiers'
faces in a peckish hue,
the drums beat a constant tune as ten-thousand feet
crack like thunder,
Be still my heart! She swallowed them all -
into the sinking sands, where diamonds come to life
and golden treasures are spun and gods fear to dwell
all of my comrades gone, withered away in angels hair
Still, still the porcelain stare
like love's last breathe on the mountain's pair
afloat on a river of blood
the ashes flair, flared
upon a whim and a dare
the changing days they
come hither to bear
taking the silence, and
evenings last glare.
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Wednesday, April 10, 2013
Tuesday, April 2, 2013
Corridors
Bright eyes where have you been?
I lost you in my glasses tint
Along glittering shades of sunlight she danced
In the cobblestone cracker homesteads we met
Long ago when the winter moss was green
Like an oceans kiss
I saw you in the shadows kept
And the pinhole cushion mountains
Where giants fear to tread
Enshrouded in the clouds so blue
Dancing just on the corner of the eyes
Where we will not look into
Like a window to the soul
And so we chase all the empty spaces
Footsteps a crescendo on a circle well worn
Never really looking for the end
In the tiny quiet moments our minds spin like a top
Looking for the way out
On the edge of a mirror.
I lost you in my glasses tint
Along glittering shades of sunlight she danced
In the cobblestone cracker homesteads we met
Long ago when the winter moss was green
Like an oceans kiss
I saw you in the shadows kept
And the pinhole cushion mountains
Where giants fear to tread
Enshrouded in the clouds so blue
Dancing just on the corner of the eyes
Where we will not look into
Like a window to the soul
And so we chase all the empty spaces
Footsteps a crescendo on a circle well worn
Never really looking for the end
In the tiny quiet moments our minds spin like a top
Looking for the way out
On the edge of a mirror.
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