As I touch the river that trembles upon my weak sunlit torrents upon a gentle lick of lilac, And I shiver upon the pale wisteria of the eventide like a wounded deer, For I wonder upon the dark lavender skies, and their cracked gentle weeping rivers That glint upon the surface below the Acrylic golden … Continue reading I’ll Remember.
And when the still heart begins, Upon the droplets of the eminent ocean That whisked dead moons, courtly, upon love, That been deaf as the tides and their faintly moments With sorrowful wind, moved. When the still heart begins, The dead moon could shine and sheen above, With rivers dead to the cold watchful sea, … Continue reading The Watchful Sea Beyond.
As I’ve forgotten between the winds, Of some strange strangers walking, And the stalk of dreams had balm the reaches Of the settled flames in the wind, With the acknowledgement, rather bothered, Of the wasted, like bones dug out of the dirt, Like soil with collective stems of a crooked rock That brushed your fingers, … Continue reading As I’ve Forgotten Between the Wind.
An unimaginable fate lies, I had let it passing by, By a spell that would be relented; Of this “love” I have granted, Of whose darkened soul, I did cherish— With my pride! With my pride! On which upon a tormented nerve, I did not control. In a well everlasting eternity, Into a waking passion … Continue reading Unimaginable.