~ " ~
through this twilight universe
where poor ghosts, breathing dreams
like air wander
they walked along the moon-lit gravel
into a bright rosy colored space
boats against the current
frightened but graceful, on the edge of
a deathless song
a stir and bustle among the stars
as she blossomed for him like a flower
pervading the air with shades and echoes of
still vibrant emotions
against the blue cool limit of the sky
he forever wed his unutterable visions
to her perishable breath
and so they drove on toward death through
the cooling twilight
~ " ~
Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 5:46 PM UTC
~ " ~
through this twilight universe
where poor ghosts, breathing dreams
like air wander
they walked along the moon-lit gravel
into a bright rosy colored space
boats against the current
frightened but graceful, on the edge of
a deathless song
a stir and bustle among the stars
as she blossomed for him like a flower
pervading the air with shades and echoes of
still vibrant emotions
against the blue cool limit of the sky
he forever wed his unutterable visions
to her perishable breath
and so they drove on toward death through
the cooling twilight
~ " ~
(2009) This is a poem I put together using excerpts from one of my favorite books, The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald. These words are not my own, hence the quotation marks. I suppose you could call it a collage of sorts. He has one of the most poetic writing aesthetics ever... very modern use of vocabulary and metaphors. Definitely a recurring inspiration for me. Read Gatsby if you haven't, it's a classic for a reason.
