Someone Like Me {Poetry}

Apocalypse

Exile the stars

        { Pattering stars }

On the premise

        { Iridescent ships }

Of salvaging the

        { Cloudy nights }

Fading world.

        { Shimmering lips }

Hold your hands

        { Under a canvas of

        moon petals }

Together, like

        { Curved shoes

        of lily skin }

This, so you may

        { Silently walk }

Catch the fleeing

        { Daylight rays }

Embers. The end

        { Crimson rain }

May be near, but

        { Torn hairs }

Still remain to

        { Broken skin }

Extinguish the

Serpents of fire;

        { You are golden,

        bright with darkness,

        darkening with dreams }

They require

Your service.

        { Falling words,

        words with meaning,

        meaning to search }

Bronze lakes

        { Searching to dispel

        anchored shadows

        of stolen mirth }

May be solid,

        { Swaying stalks of

        diamond veins }

Yet so are your

        { Splitting skies and

        hissing rivers }

Eyes, and they -

        { Claim the inferno,

        destroy the flame }

They are lovely.