Where those that have eclipsed past breath.
Regressing into a stockade of oblivions slumber.
There words are static on granite anchors.

But where whispers are numb, even though
deleted of motions, a needing persists beyond
confined stillness, a yearning beyond substance

A duet sprung forth,  disconnected, but knew of
another's shadow caressing another. Thoughts are
like leaves they grow till branches intertwined.

Brushing upon memories buried deep beneath
the earth, a foliage of wanting. As leaves mingled
formations wove within the rustling emotions.

A pathway woven within leaves. branches silently
watch as they walk within this silhouette two leaves
released by the breeze, ascending to the distance.

They needn't say anything as leaves fall like teardrops
into an updraft, never falling below as these aren't
of sorrow. Two trees caress in a cemetery of cold memories.

We will always exhale sunsets,
but breath a new day.

When our eyes seek retirement
for contemplation.

As a sun arises on our reflections
awakening the prospect of
                           a less clouded day..

Woeful symphony's collide within this after dark melody.
Before this tapestry of auroras that like a spark huddle within
its congregation, like moths around a flame waiting to be but
extinguished.

My wings encompassed this reality of shadows, elegance
wondered the shallow breath of eternity plucking black
orchards and seeding them on these pebbles of cold rock and ice.
So did these embryo silhouettes dance exquisitely in silence.

There is a unseen beauty that only the blind will ever envision
Where we whisper nothings but this song is always heard.
But time is a dull motion where there was nothing to play
upon. A dance of contours only visible to oneself becomes futile

So for the auroras to whisper shadows I bathed this once
beautiful place with eclipse of form. I scattered my feathers
to far flung voyages ,where now quills write on the stars
of my tortures but now my silhouettes dance a new form.

For there cant be light without darkness, heat without cold.
I breathed upon this existence, these pebbles of light in
a sea of oblivion. All pebbles will eventually sink,
till there is but perpetual twilight once again.

Woeful symphony's collide within this after dark melody.
Before this tapestry of auroras that like a spark huddle within
its congregation, like moths around a flame waiting to be but
extinguished.

My wings encompassed this reality of shadows, elegance
wondered the shallow breath of eternity plucking black
orchards and seeding them on these pebbles of cold rock and ice.
So did these embryo silhouettes dance exquisitely in silence.

There is a unseen beauty that only the blind will ever envision
Where we whisper nothings but this song is always heard.
But time is a dull motion where there was nothing to play
upon. A dance of contours only visible to oneself becomes futile

So for the auroras to whisper shadows I bathed this once
beautiful place with eclipse of form. I scattered my feathers
to far flung voyages ,where now quills write on the stars
of my tortures but now my silhouettes dance a new form.

For there cant be light without darkness, heat without cold.
I breathed upon this existence, these pebbles of light in
a sea of oblivion. All pebbles will eventually sink,
till there is but perpetual twilight once again.

Whirlybird of gazing views
              on rotor's  you whispers
on the breeze like a hummingbird.


Hovering static as if ready to
                                             pounce,
but alas you descend.

Unblemished notions were
                          reflected inwards,
but inside they're contorted
beyond my perception of right.

I blemish this portrait of perfection
till only smudges gaze within my sight.

The formation of my mind is
              slowly being chloroformed
      within a blanket of fumes
I struggle to expel my meanings

There slowly going numb
           like a reflection diming.
I write a  sentence in the sand
           but its just gets washed away...