Wither away in the
restless leaves
like stained red flames
against an orange sky,
the embers sway in
a lustful whisper of the wind
and the icy sting, winter's breath
bleeds through a tattered mind.
Hollow limbs dance along the
edge of a lake of mirrors
in an infinite gaze,
rain, tranquil in the mist,
as the soul flutters away,
leaving the body to linger,
in the restless leaves,
with a dagger through
the shriveled heart.
No comments:
Post a Comment