Poem democracy

 

Just some sensations to symbol; poor translations. 

She heard but a whisper,
an invitation into joy,
but her eyes echoed then
eons of shame, loud.

And where the mountains kiss the skies,
our fates will succumb
in a moment’s crimson blush.

Back when the silence still sang,
My eyes were beacons of light.
The memory of that joy
haunts me like a lost lullaby.

You were the day,
armor to my ground.
And I was the night,
the sail to your soul.
but with a melting kiss at dusk
that broke the world into song.


Love's masquerade 

Bustling and brimming it made its way 

Through sunsets wreathed in fantastic tales 

Washing into soft shores 

waves of unfinished love from yore 

Fleeting as it is 

a mirror to the skies 

soaring eternally free 


Silence in the aftermath

 Eroded and spent 

in a torrid cosmic affair 

sits a speechless name 

as the embers fade 

in the deep silence and 

the still of darkness

the heart anew

 begins to sway 


Clarity 

Snot and misty tears 

troll the heart's highway 

marching through

an aching archway

echoes of dismay

subsumed 

into a symphony 

of momentous clarity 

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