Traces by the horizon.

Winter falls away,

traces never ending

like the tattered twilight 

alone; the serpent’s blood 

betrays the sea of lovers

that fall upon

the memory

one by one.

In blue wailing of the sea glare

white diffused with ivory

bone meeting the whisper of cold silence,

the exile of our ghosts,

the depth of language when there is none,

void of light on the tombstone

the streetlights conjured by 

the fate of moment by a shadow

absent by the leaf.

Wake up again

or wake up alone

the daylight falls unseen,

deranged to stillness,

oppressed in the solemnity of reflection

shattering me in the sunlight

next to the ocean horizon.

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