Spurious words and spinning wheels
grasping the unmade road
crossing streams of deserted hinterlands
sparing no weakness
Plenty in the fork of the day
shining down like twilight
whittling down the breeze of night
and smashing up the stars
Meandering past the lazy groves
grain in corsets
musk in roses
pushing the littlest hearts
and raising their eyes to the sky
a glimpse and a glimmer
sparkle of the waters
and we were unshackled
lost
In more ways than one
you whispered in the tiniest hours
and I heard the edges of your echoes
resounding slowly and gradually
rebounding for more
filling the universe.
Aug 18, 2012
Aug 18, 2012 at 10:16 AM UTC
Spurious words and spinning wheels
grasping the unmade road
crossing streams of deserted hinterlands
sparing no weakness
Plenty in the fork of the day
shining down like twilight
whittling down the breeze of night
and smashing up the stars
Meandering past the lazy groves
grain in corsets
musk in roses
pushing the littlest hearts
and raising their eyes to the sky
a glimpse and a glimmer
sparkle of the waters
and we were unshackled
lost
In more ways than one
you whispered in the tiniest hours
and I heard the edges of your echoes
resounding slowly and gradually
rebounding for more
filling the universe.
© Helios Rietberg, August 2012
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