I am searching past these dunes
and dune song
It was easier then,
easier then.
ghost-like come
echoing in the winds,
drenched in the sands,
wrapped in the folds of time
comeuppances
coming undead
appearances
there go flying past,
those petals, dried,
fragrant still after these years
that with eyes moist,
I cannot say.
few them petals,
uncut rhyme
on the knees
but you know, I know
codwelling
through alleyways of life.
that was all, that was all
Saying, I don't say.
It is all an intention
in percussion.
Feelings
from those wellsprings
we know not
but are aware of.
Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 12:43 PM UTC
I am searching past these dunes
and dune song
It was easier then,
easier then.
ghost-like come
echoing in the winds,
drenched in the sands,
wrapped in the folds of time
comeuppances
coming undead
appearances
there go flying past,
those petals, dried,
fragrant still after these years
that with eyes moist,
I cannot say.
few them petals,
uncut rhyme
on the knees
but you know, I know
codwelling
through alleyways of life.
that was all, that was all
Saying, I don't say.
It is all an intention
in percussion.
Feelings
from those wellsprings
we know not
but are aware of.
A Valentine poem - well, a phase delay in bringing these lines out of the well of the spirit :)
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