the night rests in her palms
in air of wispy trees
in wobbly wilting shrills
inside a waker's dream
seeking breaks of formlessness
shatter moulds of thought
relinquish the hold of sea
vanish wavy plots
endlessly the bending blues
crash a piece of rock
bathed in tawny rays of moon
racing waves knock
the silent door of wonder
the shrill of blinking eyes
the blossom of a sterile
desert splayed inside
lost on lips of firmament
spewing sinful glee
violet summits seek the sky
all in a waker's dream
Apr 11, 2014
Apr 11, 2014 at 5:15 PM UTC
the night rests in her palms
in air of wispy trees
in wobbly wilting shrills
inside a waker's dream
seeking breaks of formlessness
shatter moulds of thought
relinquish the hold of sea
vanish wavy plots
endlessly the bending blues
crash a piece of rock
bathed in tawny rays of moon
racing waves knock
the silent door of wonder
the shrill of blinking eyes
the blossom of a sterile
desert splayed inside
lost on lips of firmament
spewing sinful glee
violet summits seek the sky
all in a waker's dream
