Darkness in the world. The voice in sweet cities, Sleeping in dim snow.
Tag: Night
Deadzone.
in the white blossoms,
fresh snow falls
the night paradise
lost into the womb
Ice.
And met the ribbing ice.
The shadows outline (at night in silence).
Lost
In the cracks of the ceiling
The shadows outline
At night in silence
Nightfall.
as I fall deeper into the silent
moon and I whisper
into a darkened room before sleep
‘I give my words beyond the nile and
‘I give my words by the river
all into a darkened night to keep…’
The Moon Rises.
And I go under the facile crystal flames
That embrace me into the settled claret bloom
And when I abandon the sights,
I admire the carnations where they lay
The Rivers of What I Can’t Forget.
As the petals of the red, blanketed flowers that would speak to us in bloom
Would fall dead at the bed of falling leaves that holds the lost womb of the willow tree,
That lovely stem from leaf where no river should pull along the tusks of ground,
And it should not break away from a frail dream. Why, must it be the river stream,
That curls along the frosted beams of the old axletree where it will be dried by the fog,
Where it will surrender to the slippery tears on a marred charcoal rock,
That has moss on it with little sticks, little sticks. It was a cold night.
Moonlit Lands.
You are a wanderer in the lush of eidolons that dim
The blushes of carnations that grace the moonlit wind.
I Drift Further Among Away (Of Myself).
You fear the wind,
You fear the chance,
You fear plagues and of death;
Little auspicate, you’re winded, and drenched
By son of Ares and Aphrodite,
A little auspicate, therefore dreamt the worst;
Pseudopsychosis. 