Silk Hands
Her golden face warms
the icy depths of my heart.
Silk hands cure this blight.
Arctic HopeThe winds of life blow What ship can traverse A new moon rises; Songs Never SungSongs never sung
echo through my mind.
Days yet to come
are all I know.
I am to blame
for this love undone.
Two lives the same
will never be.
The mind is cold
and obsolete.
A heart less bold
perhaps colder still.
I’ve left untied
the sail of life;
The sun casting
now its last shadow.
Songs never sung I am to blame The mind is cold I’ve left untied ColdI taste the sin inside my mouth Just between the solid beats Midnight’s ReignMidnight air thickens and I struggle to breathe My face hits my hands and I bury the thought Slowly the storms rise with eventual death The StormThe daytime high begins to crash The smoke consumes the arid sky The scornful wind plunders the trees Soon the suppression lifts Colourless DreamsIn the shade of night The lifeless colour of grey and black The colourless stain of blood A lighted array of thought |
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