Sometimes, the dreams bursts
Like a raging show
Some reality of unknown –
Rupture
Caving in, slowly, mournful
To the sounds of wicked horns
A concert lifts its legs
To a higher degree
Feeling a touch of emotion
Consumed by a star
A million lightyears far
And trapped within
The blackened palm.
The music, slow and sickly
Comes too, faint halt,
Then arrives the winds
As they steal from silent strings
In its crescendo hour,
The sinful bells they ring
To the painful night they sing
Then, bouncing wily light rays
Comes the scene of coloured sprays
The scene shoots and reaches
Towards an endless distance.
Together, the voice of trumpets cry
Next to the burning horns
As they flew together, through fiery skies
And sing together:
"The wings they soar!
Oh! How they soar!
The winds erupt
Through a thumping heart
A noise made to signal!
To shout!"
Then reaching a descent
The strings return to cover us
The blinding, deafening, sightless us.
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A Float through Night Skies and Other Poems in Youth
PoesiaA Float Through Night Skies and other Poems in Youth is a poetry collection written from the eyes of an existential and disenfranchised youth. It details themes such as Love, Family, Loneliness, Desperation, Transcendence as well as Suicide. These p...
