Silver line

 

Silver paths aglow in the night,

Hallow the journey lit by moonlight,

Loose is the wind; heavy and drunk,

In the abyss of dark, all has sunk.

 

In the midst of commotion,

She glides like a notion

That creeps quiet into a pensive mind,

And moves out before one can a reason find.

 

Her words ring like wind chimes,

Her voice, the sound of sweet rhymes,

Often at night, she breaks into a dance,

Imperfect rhythm but lyrical romance.

 

With time, she grows restless,

Her heart and mind listless,

She awaits a known cold breeze,

To let once her suffering cease.

 

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Clamour

 

 

Tonight  the mirror of the skies,

Will fill the sight of her hazel eyes,

Even the clouds offer a soothing cover,

Hushing quiet her amorous power.

 

The winds stand guard, they let not a whisper,

Guileless, yet they err to kiss her,

The skies rebuke; spread a dark pall,

Slowly yet mightily – a darkness envelops all.

 

Her smile calms the deathly dance,

Suddenly the skies have fallen in trance,

Her eyes lit up as the moon reappeared,

And slowly the hazy night skies are cleared.

 

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Quitter

 

 

He pauses in the twilight, a distant motor chuckles,

Fate is tending gingerly now, bruised bloody knuckles;

A blow to the soul, that knocks the air out,

Wounds bleed crimson; cuts let out a shout.

 

Where does one turn, when one’s own sides

With narrow minds, hollow words and ego rides?

What does one do when infinite seems less,

When neglect is tendered as memories fess?

 

High tides on shallow shores engulf him whole,

Self bears an ugly form of his embattled soul.

Floating; he strikes worn out boulders,

Sinking careless; burdened shoulders.

 

Resigned to fate, the will to live ceases,

Body numb, turgid; the turmoil increases.

The ride is ready; the charioteer – meth,

And mind has a tryst with uncommon death.

 

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