Nov 2022
haunt me my heart
of october
forged remains of the
days spent in disguise
breathing, always breathing
settled in ruins
caught in the arms of
the morning thought
swirling in strokes of
the painted nights
how far has sun
come to rule?
for mine is the
house of summer
where she haunts
me still
old photographs melt
into the moonlight
to never stay in
dusk
for mine is the colour
of her design
drawn on the edge
of my despair
castle of decay melting
into the melancholy
a glance in memory
but unfamiliar
silent tears prying
into the wilderness
how far has sun
come to rule
how long has it been?
of october
forged remains of the
days spent in disguise
breathing, always breathing
settled in ruins
caught in the arms of
the morning thought
swirling in strokes of
the painted nights
how far has sun
come to rule?
for mine is the
house of summer
where she haunts
me still
old photographs melt
into the moonlight
to never stay in
dusk
for mine is the colour
of her design
drawn on the edge
of my despair
castle of decay melting
into the melancholy
a glance in memory
but unfamiliar
silent tears prying
into the wilderness
how far has sun
come to rule
how long has it been?
