Unquiet Light.

Lucy's Works

When the hand lays on sights, dead,
That collapsed dust from earlier time,
That acceded some time beyond the winds, lead
With the lining, cried at first breath.
Doth the rooms that kiss the gold of night
As when the mutters of veiled chance
Bested the light that silence commended, strife,
As the rivers bound to death as the unquiet light.
When thy heart withers at unborn tears,
Beyond the dressing of the sea, condemned
By the forthright waves that wallow sails
And willow them too, no more from a valley dale,
The rivers that reflected the moon
That dream for light to chill the dell
And when among the intone, it broods and dwells,
The everlasting song, thy unrest that shines the wells,
That laid the dirge of the last sight,
With unrest from the earlier time (which is change),
With the lining, alive, above a river of dead…

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I seek more

Such a beautiful piece with an impactful message at its core!

Perception

I seek for loyalty in a world that is drunk in fetish desires

I seek for water in a desert that’s set on fire

What can I seek more

I’m on a journey

And my destination is unknown

I’ve seen the good in people

And the worst they can do

I’ve seen them living the dreams of others

Ah, so naive like me and you

In this materialistic world,

I seek for love that’s baricated beneath the heavy crust

Unreachable, far gone, left with shallow vision and hidden lust

What can I seek more

In a place where time controls the mind

Where reality and dreams never collide

I seek for divine; Purity

In an illusion set by the strings of fate

This destiny is a treasure you cannot possess

Yet you try and fail

What can I seek more

Here the days and nights aren’t stable

Here people…

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A Winter Sere.

A winter sere upon ashen cypress leaves A paradise among a ghoul of wind, a fragile river, Where I, I will stay beside a midnight tomb that rose a shiver, Alas in the time!—the entombed willows illuminate the trees, And I will wake from frail calls, lonely, enkindled by the breeze. I will wake in … Continue reading A Winter Sere.

Surrender.

Wind dwells the dusk far Into perishable hours Frail, the light enriches Darkness in the world. The voice in sweet cities, Sleeping in dim snow. Surrender beneath The universe in this room; A flower, a dream Will lie crisp Softly with hidden laughter Summoning pure sleep.

Alone.

Inspired by this awesome prompt. There, the shores of lonely remembrance see as to I have brought On the stirring abandoned rivers that are breathless through the shriveled drops of blood, And it is glinted from the wounding sun upon my pale skin that flutters upon the shallow surf, And I, oh, I will be … Continue reading Alone.