swirls of ecstatic moments
onions and rich grapes
deep purple and green.
tender stalks of innocence
and a mighty hand that knows it all
the gathering storm of the night
and a puppet.
i
all alone on this shore of silence.
a dark warm night.
the loneliness of the long distance runner
pants and sighs.
a muted hello.
a wilted sound of excitement
on a deep black shore.
an overflow...a hand and a vision of the future.
sweet songs to sing.
or just a parody of an emotionless heart
the strings of the violin chant
a magic rhythm.
the words of which
are an enigma
a smile. a thought. a careless whisper
the blisters on the body of a soul
or just a fling?
the smouldering cloud
gathers all the pearls
not one .not two.
but a thousand twenty two..
two shades
no different from one another
eyes closed. the fall of a million days
is it black?or red? the colour of roses?
or the murky pool of the desolate lash?
i know not.for it is my destiny...
a screech a sound.and two hundred years..
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