When I Hold your Dreams
In the shade Of my Ashes,
Naked, Pallid, Named.
Drifting Into Calm
Oneiroi Name them as Eyes;
Neither Gods nor Oaths.
The muses (Born Vain)
Hold their Urns to Eden’s rays;
Echoed by The Rain.
Hills Tell their own Dreams,
Imagine Eros’ Arms
Laced in blood-Red Yarn.
Lies Fly among Lilies;
Secrets Left Inside
Ill thoughts, Idols and lost Ghosts
Draw the Echoes Here,
Ending Sacred Tales.
Feb 8, 2021
Feb 8, 2021 at 9:05 PM UTC
Street without streetlights,
not a star in the dark sky,
alone with my thoughts.
Breath flows out slowly,
the bright moon behind a cloud,
mist on my glasses.
Taken together
inconsequential thoughts flare
to dystopia.
The moon in the trees
transforms to a watching eye,
knowing all, and none.
Street without streetlights,
the gentle sound of my shoes
against the pavement.
Feb 3, 2021
Feb 3, 2021 at 5:21 PM UTC