sinking into the deep end
and so dusky
the melancholy
as i sail through
the language of ocean
the shadow burnt
inks that drown
words never reached
tip of the deck
consciousness has been
the mere analogy
of a mermaid’s veiled dream
wished upon the blue moon
lighthouses built in
the compulsive mind
shattered
into hallow alphabets
as i float in the void
days has never been born
in the mortal infinity
over the horizon
and the boat swallowed
to the lullaby
in her silent silhouette
Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 12:20 PM UTC
The breeze will take me away
On a Sunday morning
The sky is washed out
Into grey and white
Faint trace of smoke drifting through the window
Winged moths laying stiff on the sill
Sweet dreams of the night melt into the air
Along with the scents of your dark hair
With the days naked
The beams chilled
Lou Reed on the radio softly dies out
Into the dreamy background of a Sunday morning
I’m trying so desperately to get hold of it
Before the rain drops
And the night falls
28.8.2015
Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 12:20 PM UTC
In the land of forever summer
Beneath the meadow of sweet dreams
In between the ocean of blue champagne
There lies the white sand of silvery velvet
Softer than a feather
Light as a lavender’s kiss
Water rolling toward where the breeze belongs
Till the infinite sky merged
The endless horizon gone
The wild days forgotten
Bottles, postcards traveled from afar
Ocean is our only distance apart
Yet we’re all living under the same stars
Then the tunnel of the indigo night swallows them all
The splash of nostalgic sunlight sparks through the passing windows of the last train
Casting myriads of lonesome shadows on the red brick wall
For the one last time
Dreaming my way back to the East Coast
Oh the land of forever summer
18.7.2015
Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 12:20 PM UTC