Into the crevice
Of oceans miles deep
Child of the extinct
Tread your way over
To the clutter of streams
Seeker of the light
Enduring the edge
From falling years ahead
Of feathers bound within
Twisted branches
Of hues
Into the belly
Of tempest’s allure
Reaper of dreams
Soak me into the paint
Pave the draft way
To my escape
Hunter of clouds
Leaning off children’s walls
Delve among the color
Strap into the sanity
Of their annihilation
Tinted inhumanity
Along with their impel
Color me closed
Among all us
Pretty shades of hell.
Aug 11, 2010
Aug 11, 2010 at 12:47 AM UTC
Into the crevice
Of oceans miles deep
Child of the extinct
Tread your way over
To the clutter of streams
Seeker of the light
Enduring the edge
From falling years ahead
Of feathers bound within
Twisted branches
Of hues
Into the belly
Of tempest’s allure
Reaper of dreams
Soak me into the paint
Pave the draft way
To my escape
Hunter of clouds
Leaning off children’s walls
Delve among the color
Strap into the sanity
Of their annihilation
Tinted inhumanity
Along with their impel
Color me closed
Among all us
Pretty shades of hell.
Copyright © 2007 Aya Gare
