9/28/07
2:45 AM
colors and textures
the rhythm combines.
sifting through spices
that drift in my mind.
what is it to feel?
what is it to taste?
the things i need most
are the stings i escape.
chemical compounds
that seep in the stream
coming together
to be what we mean.
combing through relics
of glories long gone
forging the iron
we settle upon.
next to your trophies
of crystal and glass
i'll steep on my shelf
and stare as you pass.
fueling on embers
as deep as your dark,
the shadow's upon us
like flame from a spark.
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 9:54 PM UTC
9/28/07
2:45 AM
colors and textures
the rhythm combines.
sifting through spices
that drift in my mind.
what is it to feel?
what is it to taste?
the things i need most
are the stings i escape.
chemical compounds
that seep in the stream
coming together
to be what we mean.
combing through relics
of glories long gone
forging the iron
we settle upon.
next to your trophies
of crystal and glass
i'll steep on my shelf
and stare as you pass.
fueling on embers
as deep as your dark,
the shadow's upon us
like flame from a spark.
