waking momentsIn the realm of the dream For the fantasy dances softly On the eyelid of despair. To relinquish the memory Of what hasn’t been. So forth to See to the depths A creature emerge And frail autumn winds Swallow the image In a vision of sorrow, Of a hope that has seen The breath of a dream.waking moments
cloudsThere within disillusionment A song rejoices Wearily temptation grows Seeping from the form of thought Placed in reckless abandon To be sought and here I cannot identify We who see But cannot say. And from above The energy lacks insight We who embrace Without the barriers of touch. There within And here in the Oblivion.clouds
beast withoutThe wind bellows Across barren islets and land Laced with newly fallen snow. Gathering through force and envy The remnants that lie below. And striped to nature’s grace, We long to dance with it, But here in the mist- We are unable to distinguish The hollers of friend or foe.beast without
-----Ascending, thin, into the skyConcentric Falling water On stepping stones, roadways Settling cold in whimpers Cries into hollow horizons Whirling tears Twirling, torrents Pale; swollen eyes Waking up theAscending, thin, into the sky
Dank white clouds To their darkness Black heart Innervating
The soul, the mud, the chaos Sweet in the void of rain Paths in a frigid sunrise Dec
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I've hollowed out logic looking for explanations and found nothing but my own universe to dwell in again, and I'm not so sure I've gotten any wiser with age.
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