Slowly the eyes weaken to see
to reach, to feel beyond the unreachable
a gush of a mirrored emotions
pleasing, easing ,evenly waving

At the core of the iris, images pledge
set on a plinth, staring at a ledge
where a shadow set and then fizzles
in reciprocal hues of amber sheen

Such a perfect night for strangers
mesmerized intentions subdued
tethered in mazes of unknown puzzles
tracing whispered primitive rhythms

When the world caves in
the mist rises and clouds evaporate
and the clarity of the day hides
in the smoky ever rising dew

At times this body revolves
anticlockwise on the centre piece
like a rollercoaster awaiting to explode
on and on until the nights kicks

The rhythm in my soul awash
tainting my body with specks
traps of dissolution and anger
until the day my heart arises

August is full of dancing stars
bright lineage of unclouded skies
a constellation of Orion jetting off

Days that comprehend escapism
faint goodbyes of unwrapped mysteries
cascades of a summer set winter

Nights that compose sweet sonnets
lullabies of unspoken spent times
where silent remedies the wading moon

August is a dimensional eight sense
when the mad rush goes to sleep
and tranquility shed its mercies

As every inch of my body melts at your feet
maybe it's the last time my mind wanders
beyond these cages you have erected so high
with logic and mere preserved kissed lullabies

Paint this love with strokes of evened hues
strikes of sacrifice each preceded by embers
of fierce passion that erase all unjust melodies
uncovering the veil of hidden emotive beats

Every time you shine within my wildest dreams
your essence haunts in the silence of the night
like a stranger with an escape that brushes gently
bruised within the mere bias of a perfect stranger's cloak

The days turned into months
as the hues of the sun started to erode
to an aspect of the wait, the brightened rest
of the wonders gowned in eventful traits

Every flower began to awake and bloom
as every pollen justified its radiant touch
a quest of germination, a forever growth
whilst the world sunk as  I dived in lost caves

Every lullaby quietens and the mind paused
and every isolation repose is an inward paradise
where time roars to another beautiful day
inside dreams where wind hovers above

Every burn becomes a yearn of a new breath
a skin to skin of utter exploitative promises
and each night becomes blurry in a retrieve
of the me and the you, the us, the one

Love become a misery
a feel of a melancholic touch
deeply pierced, sharply drilled
as these emotions flow

This gut feeling is like a wall
an intuition that is misunderstood
a distance on boundaries merged
as these dissolution slow

A sketch of unknown principles
as it tickles to the streams unknown
where time become a safety latch
as these resolutions grow

Love become an easy stroll
a reform that converts the heart
a succinct simple pledge
as the contemplation glow

In the nocturnal beyond all doubts
I misread all the words and nuances
as if all felt was not reciprocated
set in the wood where jackals rule

Now supine, watching the ceiling
as it's shadows cave within my soul
each of its corner pasted and tangled
whilst the plaster crumbles in rumbles

Yet there is a minute part in the sequence
an intuitive recall that raptures my all
in hues and flavours of carnal want
such an  imperative notion that burns