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Alvin Llanos Dec 2016
Like the faint speckles of light
piercing through fabrics of black silk
upon the fore of flickering flames
from an ensemble of a thousand tealights

The obscure vast extends beyond our perspective
opening our minds, birthing visual imagery
brought upon by this vivid intimacy
between the light and of the dark

Like ornate embroidery, leisurely sewn
as clouds transform while traversing the temporal expanse
revealing our past through portraits
of familiarities once anew

The romantic serenity politely interrupted
by wisps of wind that softly whisper
feeling their breath; as a caress of silk
delicately brushing against our skin

As the warmth of earth upon which our bodies rest
holds us closely as our souls explore
the everlasting and exclusive wonders
under the night sky
Written on 12/05/2016.
Watch me cry
Up to the sky
My wails drowned
Out by the clouded
Merciless heavens.

Unto the wind
Though I've sinned
Hear my bawl
Answer my call

And still I sigh
Lost in the sky
The moon hung high
While I cry
"Die."

— The End —