To be left in an empty space,
Just- waiting to expire.
These moments without desire
Dread, my last friend- when suddenly
a call into the wild
trembling in me like a child,
as I forced the door aside
and stepped out, but in toe
regrets followed me, where-ever I go.
Once to sing, to dance and to love.
Small heated prisons rain,
Moments of past longings remain…
Deep within the brumal thicket,
even hares were leaving the night.
Moments out of reach- out of sight.
Cursed be this blight on my dreams.
To be brought to my knees-
yet this fleeting moment- it flees.
I can see clearly now
and will once more embrace
waiting with grace. As I could hear
bells tolling in the wind and feel
pale branches lift me high.
These moments, heavy, now passing by.
A myriad of doves to descend,
to surround my being,
covered in sheets, yet I kept seeing
a window bare to distant darks
laid with blazing pyres,
moments burning bright like fires.
And they shall come and see
But long will I be gone,
when a morning sun is drawn
Bless me and my people,
bless me and my people,
till the whole stage shall come crashing
My last goodbyes are left waning.
For drifting as I lay
Moments- drifting far away
Nov 16, 2025
Nov 16, 2025 at 12:18 PM UTC
To be left in an empty space,
Just- waiting to expire.
These moments without desire
Dread, my last friend- when suddenly
a call into the wild
trembling in me like a child,
as I forced the door aside
and stepped out, but in toe
regrets followed me, where-ever I go.
Once to sing, to dance and to love.
Small heated prisons rain,
Moments of past longings remain…
Deep within the brumal thicket,
even hares were leaving the night.
Moments out of reach- out of sight.
Cursed be this blight on my dreams.
To be brought to my knees-
yet this fleeting moment- it flees.
I can see clearly now
and will once more embrace
waiting with grace. As I could hear
bells tolling in the wind and feel
pale branches lift me high.
These moments, heavy, now passing by.
A myriad of doves to descend,
to surround my being,
covered in sheets, yet I kept seeing
a window bare to distant darks
laid with blazing pyres,
moments burning bright like fires.
And they shall come and see
But long will I be gone,
when a morning sun is drawn
Bless me and my people,
bless me and my people,
till the whole stage shall come crashing
My last goodbyes are left waning.
For drifting as I lay
Moments- drifting far away
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