sinking echoes lined upon
the purple skin of night
past a curtain of her dreams
strewn into lumpy skies
a wave of solemn emptiness
a taste of seeping prayer
be melt into a blue of dreams
and banished to despair
truly this core of twisted mind
karma in disguise
feeds upon my every pore
and trace the stony eyes
you linger on as traces still
vignette of phantom love
but into the shades of gray
chased upon by world
yet know my muse the arms of sea
were made to hold the sky
when brims of time fade to dust
my love shall survive
Dec 4, 2013
Dec 4, 2013 at 3:46 PM UTC
sinking echoes lined upon
the purple skin of night
past a curtain of her dreams
strewn into lumpy skies
a wave of solemn emptiness
a taste of seeping prayer
be melt into a blue of dreams
and banished to despair
truly this core of twisted mind
karma in disguise
feeds upon my every pore
and trace the stony eyes
you linger on as traces still
vignette of phantom love
but into the shades of gray
chased upon by world
yet know my muse the arms of sea
were made to hold the sky
when brims of time fade to dust
my love shall survive
