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Lucas K Aug 2021
Away, far away, and further still.
Beyond rumble and tremble and thrill,
where spies out of shadows hold no sway,
there lies a chamber of stone, with no bars, nor locks or divides.
Every evening,
my weary eyes rest upon the memory of time and its ever shifting, ever stalwart tides.
That is where my heart abides.

My heart resides just below the rusty rail.
Over a watchful window, a silky veil of green sunlight falls like a curtain of fleeting dreams and a blooming hazel tree beneath the frail mist conceals a passageway to emerald fields.
Each morning,
I am drawn nearer and nearer to you, for that is how my mind endures.
That is why my heart never yields.
Lucas K Dec 2020
Here I stand
Following its steady flow fleeing over the edge.
And while I can't always see it for the teardrops
I know it's there.
As sure as the glitter on its face
I know it's there.
Proudly and truly
Defying every barrier
The river runs through me.
Lucas K Dec 2020
The very moment I first gazed upon your splendour
Your fiery eyes gave away the woeful reflection of my soul.
And amidst this endless pyre
Danced a song of yearning
And desire.
Relentless. Rebellious. Irrepressible.
As if alight to chase away my faithless doubts
Your fiery eyes called to me
And I followed them home.
Lucas K Dec 2020
The flowers I brought you
on that starlit night
were like fragments of delicate dreams,
glorious in their tenderness.

Yet you,
in your innocent wisdom,
dismissed them with a smile
and took me to where dreams are made instead.
Lucas K Dec 2020
Listen.
Hear the sky burst open
and cover the world in emerald pearls.

Feel.
Embrace the glorious chaos
from which new life is born.

Go.
And wherever your path may take you,
tread softly.
I bid you open up your heart
and tread softly,
for the world might be willing to follow you home.
Lucas K Dec 2020
She is like a thunderstom
at the height of summer,
cherished for bringing life
to a barren land,
while scorned for interfering
with the radiance of the sun.

God knows she is a world on her own,
a dance of nature
in her most primeval form
disregarding the order
and shunning the chaos.

A wonderwall.
Lucas K Mar 2020
Listen.
Can you hear the world
struggling for its breath?
Can you feel its tears
rushing through your lungs?
Do you share its fears?

Lend your breath to the world.
Fill its lungs with raging hope
and see serenity shining through
the eye of the storm.

Remember,
no storm’s meant to last.
This one too is here to upset,
to question,
to teach,
and shall eventually pass.
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