Twilight's siren call caresses
The Last Strands of Fleeting sanity
strumming somber ballads
in perfect harmony with
collapsing stars
and bashful moons
Gentle embers of dying suns dance above
catching fire to hesitant cupid's bows and fingertips.
sending whispers of a frenzy through coy flesh
soaked in the anticipation of a storm breaking
traveling through charged air
to find the starving pale canvass of
another set of lonesome limbs.
Aimlessly aching for warmth
so devoid in the paved
neat reality man has created.
veiling nature's chaos
turning ineffable miracle
to
functional colorless edges.
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To The Stars
PoetryDrifting thoughts of a wandering soul. "I am lost amid memories screened in smoke and veiled in melancholy. How the world sways and stars dance, how the night becomes day and I? I remain lost, wandering aimlessly in the obsidian soaked path laid ou...
