Vexren4000 Dec 2017

A clef,
On a music sheet,
holds the dreams,
You shared with me,
Upon that couch,
As we talked the night away,
So why do I remember,
The clef so well?
The song stuck in my head,
Is a reminder of you.

Vexren4000 Dec 2017

Shears shearing,
Sleepy sheep,
Shipping shipments,
Of spindly strands,
Streamlining Production,
Of shearing sheep.

©BAS

Vexren4000 Dec 2017

A stringed amalgamation,
Of painted wooden pieces,
Dancing to the puppeteers whims,
Most men forget that,
Even humans have,
A puppeteer,
Manipulating strings.

©BAS

Vexren4000 Dec 2017

Specters of eras past,
Hazy visages of people long gone,
Almost a hazy portrait,
Fading from the sunlight,
In an abandoned home,
Specters wail in the winds of the night,
Their cry twisting with the wind,
Turning into a howling,
That chills to the very core.

©BAS

Vexren4000 Dec 2017

Rays of redemption,
Shining down on antiquity,
Since times of old,
To now,
The sun has given us life,
As well as the land itself,
We do not appreciate,
What the sun has done,
For us.

©BAS

Vexren4000 Dec 2017

Filtration systems,
Freshwater running through,
Filtering reality,
Or photos,
Or liquid,
Falsifying sometimes,
And showing the truth in others.

©BAS

Vexren4000 Dec 2017

A home,
A farmhouse,
Sits and sets abandoned and cold,
Even in the summer sun,
An empty home,
Gets chilled by the winds of time,
To its very core,
Memories scattered,
Like the Leaves upon the lawn outside,
To be taken by the wind and rain,
And the whims of humanity.

©BAS

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