It
couldn’t be real, as consecrated souls, to lose so dearly; but ever for truth,
this vast echo, dancing forbidden lights; where something hassles, a mental
fragment, to still believe—the ocean waves, the manikin postures, that too far
distant memory. It’s even you, a swan turned lady, where the CD skips; for oh
the nights, and oh this life, the constant metaphors; to see the anguish, to
relish in a smile, the aches and bruises. We escape to enter; so cherish your
life; where the mind is friendly; else to stumble, at war with self, grieving
our presence. The days are young—stressing after stars, and sullen
acquaintances. Oh the richness, even the oddness, a bit ill-equipped; for the
years passed, lost in public solitary, to enter the world; where cultures clash,
to feel for captive, those twilight years. We rarely see it—the skyward scars,
to forsake a fortune—to perish a legacy; where tears fell, to water the tulips,
to fertilize soil. Oh the darkness, to share with souls, this mind—this
demon—this something! I’m finding more—that thoughts protrude, to
peek through features; and oh the tyranny, to trek through hells, to finally
exit limbo; and caves are walking, to embody humans, the richest possessions;
to fever the dead, to hear the screams, walking through hallways; to see for
lamps and lanterns and lighters—this brilliant light, favored in tears, to
rescue the heart-pearl. We speak of
life, even the mysteries, to reach for that kiss; and time be gentle, to court
for souls, as delicate as wet grass; for this is heart, to fever—a frantic
family. Oh to reach it, forever that
chase, where humans must worship; for this is soul, a telic design, to breathe
our own mirrors.
Wednesday, March 9, 2016
Outrun the Rivers That Fall
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