Torchlights bloomed,
glowing amber rays
against the silver-studded sky:
beacons watching,
waiting,
for the silent men
who slowly slide
though sheltering shadows,
toward our nocturnal homeland.
Dew settled:
sheets of diamond-dust
sevenfold upon the
shimmering sand.
Distant songs (faintly heard),
tried to fade,
yet lingered on the smokey
air...
Fires (the First Rituals)
flickered, flared --
and I remembered
the sound of your voice.
Oct 11, 2010
Oct 11, 2010 at 11:49 AM UTC
Torchlights bloomed,
glowing amber rays
against the silver-studded sky:
beacons watching,
waiting,
for the silent men
who slowly slide
though sheltering shadows,
toward our nocturnal homeland.
Dew settled:
sheets of diamond-dust
sevenfold upon the
shimmering sand.
Distant songs (faintly heard),
tried to fade,
yet lingered on the smokey
air...
Fires (the First Rituals)
flickered, flared --
and I remembered
the sound of your voice.