Life when I
Want to live,
In fires that
Ramble,
Ruby spit,
Their tarot turns
Scattered through love
Seeds resplendent
In winter caves…✝️💎👻🔥
Life when I
Want to live,
In fires that
Ramble,
Ruby spit,
Their tarot turns
Scattered through love
Seeds resplendent
In winter caves…✝️💎👻🔥
Sunshine nightmare,
Lunar daydream.
I’m drowning in
White black,
Don’t save me…
If I could feel this
Soul fire🔥 for just one
Moon phase🌜
I’d delve
To the volcanic ash
Of footprints waking
From
Starlight s e m b l a n c e✨
The light of her avatar in a dark sky. Throwing rose petals into the dirty cracks of the sidewalks glimmering upward to the heavenly spheres. A spirit flowing down the echoey halls of a golden castle. The life in death she’ll reflect to beautiful gardens cascading beyond her. Suns afire in the waning light and the promise of a returning day. Eternal glances of beauty kept within the smile she graces her courtiers with. Dances in speechless remembrance, the celebratory goblet held in sanctimonious offering. A petal on the face, the hard prick forgotten. Longing for the light to fight away its counterpart. In purity of raven’s wings spread to fly, the dynasty of love come forth.
Fans splay
Bones
Set to blaze,
Inner filming
Rocks
Cascading foes
Silent.
Tripped to blood
Rollicking
Smoke,
Cape of
Ash
Thrown over
Trick fire
Decimated.
Along
Satin gloves
Browned
To whittling
Hours,
Stashed furs
Tearing
To love’s
Final
Descent…
How I’ve felt when the chain
Is undone,
Then linked to the Other.
She floats through the
Mind’s backdrop,
A disturbing vision.
What he’ll say to cut me off,
The anger stirring.
I’ll sigh in regret,
Pinned to my death’s
Wish.
How the days will
Prolong themselves,
Filtered into caustic
Nightmares.
As you are far,
So I am near.
In revelation,
Wandering beyond starlight.
A voice familiar,
Kept in my unconscious
Spindle.
So close you’ve
Come to
Knowing,
Yet tracks split
In seething fury.
Restless lovers
On the rusted
Wings
Yearning to take off
Into night.
Your glassy eyes
An indicator,
The bottomless orbs
Of everlasting traces.
A tip of the hat,
The call to flight,
Raven’s beak
A soft sounding
Recollection
Of our time in
An infinitely marked earth.
Blushing rains,
Cool waltz taken
On a loving wind,
Fired to what
Breath makes
When
Quieted,
Forest serenade
Brought
Into
Scope
Of souls
Loosening,
The dedicated respite…
How a face
Of ridicule
Morphs
To its own
Ill timed horizon,
Drummed out
In droves,
A wave licking
Itself back,
Curtained
Eyes
Knowing
The
Cessation of
A quick-witted line,
The clapping
Drowning out
Spark plug feelings
Strung to
Lifting quandaries
Rousing a starry veil…
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