it's a short dance
between the night and, say
the morning
dreamy hope
moon trance
missing heartbeats
scary haunting prowls
distant shards of darkness
and a soft release
with a hint of silence.
My drugged fantasy
follows the rhyme masters:
trans-Atlantic dwellers
icy treasure keepers
sights of sacred mountains
and powerful embracing
(never self-effacing)
of half-life, half-death.
My pen poised and struggles:
such a crazy evening
such seductive welcome
sights perfectly imagined
and accomplished howls
of the gospel sayings.
I'm a northern demon
painting ashen skies
as I watch vampires of dark past returning.
Such a hard unlearning:
memories
are future souls burning
that whisper to us
through the ancient dust
of painless forgetting
freedom fragments chasing
precious bonds of wisdom,
perfect dreamy angels.
Sep 17, 2013
Sep 17, 2013 at 11:17 AM UTC
it's a short dance
between the night and, say
the morning
dreamy hope
moon trance
missing heartbeats
scary haunting prowls
distant shards of darkness
and a soft release
with a hint of silence.
My drugged fantasy
follows the rhyme masters:
trans-Atlantic dwellers
icy treasure keepers
sights of sacred mountains
and powerful embracing
(never self-effacing)
of half-life, half-death.
My pen poised and struggles:
such a crazy evening
such seductive welcome
sights perfectly imagined
and accomplished howls
of the gospel sayings.
I'm a northern demon
painting ashen skies
as I watch vampires of dark past returning.
Such a hard unlearning:
memories
are future souls burning
that whisper to us
through the ancient dust
of painless forgetting
freedom fragments chasing
precious bonds of wisdom,
perfect dreamy angels.
