somewhere
between the wind
and
shadow,
and
echoing triumphant
against the distance to my heart,
my name rings out,
in a voice that was once my own.
i
close
my
eyes to drift
closer,
and
sink further
into
the shadow of my song.
a soft smile slips:
scorched pleasure,
kindled in fear.
and I whisper back,
hello.
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ripples from the sea bitch
faint
joys
gladly forgotten,
pull back the pall
of shadow's final kiss.
sweetly
debilitating;
venomously
intoxicating.
with closed eye
and heart wide
come
recognition
and
lamentable liberation.
kingdom come
hard silhouettes carve the dawn sky,
slicing mercilessly through
brush strokes
of what is
to come.
muted flame.
ice & wonder.
another promise
made.
another hope delayed.
moon sly mystic
cotton rise
over
midnight sky.
lost,
to the familiar
whisper
of time forgot.
lost,
to
dream
and flame, and
a thousand sunsets.
lost,
to the love
i lost in you.
Found,
in my darkness,
forged anew.
belated
beyond
the edges of this world
She rises
high
again.
lifted
by silent song;
lifted, by
our love.
and as
night's wonder
fades into her light,
magic grows
tantalizingly in might.
illusion fades and the darkness retreats
back
into dream,
and
desire.
swinging across raindrops
the gentle caress
of your muted voice
reflects the perfection
of me,
wrapped deep
within the wonder of you.
so
i turn
to kiss
your sky,
with the soft-est
lips,...
trembling,
in surety
of what could come.
and I feel
for your touch.
and,
for me, touching
you.
so
let us dance
like we used to,
when the world was young,
and we were free.
Strutter Step
juking & jiving
your damn way through, but
stickin'
to the script like
you were bred to do.
life plays you tight-
this ain't no zone D.
but there are so many ways
for us to get free.
no matter
how
you twist,
turn,
or fade away,
home waits for you,
right now,
right here.
so,
walk your way
and remember
to play YOUR game,
and we promise
to welcome
you home
once again.
natural beauty
come, and
let us warm
this hearth with
the remnants of our story,
humble in the glory
of what was never to be.
to be free
crashing vengeful
against the whole
of time,
History wails fierce,
and impotent.
dreams fall
so gentle
upon the future, waiting
for you.
return
he used,
from time-to-rhyme,
to drift,
soft and
content among
dreams long quenched-
the future on auto-replay.
his throat,
whetted with love's
enthused whisperings,
bears the rasp
& scratch of
desperation
thirsting for truth's succor.
so, again
he dives
deep,
down
into cobwebbed mysteries laced
with doubt,
glittering
with golden promise.
he returns to the beginning,
so that the future may finally end.
a spark is found,
again.
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