Warmth so soothing
And impalpable touches,
A stream of almost nothingness floating,
Which our sight tightly clutches.
The end of the night, oh the ceaseless light
Tackles our senses like pixy dust,
And scrapes off the reminiscent rust
A new beginning, a different height
Ecstasy so different than that of the night,
It provokes emotions in the sea, making it cry,
As the Sun's tears, on these words, shine bright.
YOU ARE READING
•Silent Screams•
PoetryWords that never left the lips, Phrases unheard by any soul but mine, Thoughts that lie on the ocean bed like sunken ships, Voices present nowhere but this strange mind. I scream internally, confessing my deeds, And none but my demons listen, Yet, o...
