Breath of Winter
Sets
of minds ,
Walking
fires
In
amicable strangers long emissions of golden thread
Riding
the spirals of gambling sleep
On
first glimpse dew,
Turning
notions of breaking wild
Conspires
the trials of ever truth
In
the promise of an outward propose
Clenched
prodigal strength
To
glisten in opening was the biblical cast ,
For
we see the jewels of breath
Intimate
for hunger in the dawn of worlds
Collapsing
smile in the glimmering low
And
falling oblivion came through sign
How
can my words ever reside?
The
Tavern of Swallows
Confiding
flights to the reckoning perfume
Flocks
the dwindle in dying celebrations
Unapt
to repent in essence
Faces
of the warped pave beckon
Pilgrims
of the returning joy
To
hold quenching amaze
As
the wine of promise
Dwindles
in the light of profane
Recalling
lovers
On
the first bite wanders away from the feast occur
Held
such glee in embers of truth
To
persist on the scorching valleys
No
shining gains promise
In
the vacuums of joy
But
the wasting scent of youth
In
green turmoil
Connected
to the deep
Illicit
of soul escaping
Pleading
fury to peripheral dreams
Hoping
to rule purpose
On
due course endless soil
In
effortless waves
Currents
to speak
Healing
wither from the taverns creed
Lie
with the devil and he shall be.
Bridge of Conception
Heralded
conception stands on the bridge of past
Messages
a link antecedent
As
you stand before the orbit of belief
Crawling
in the spirals of years
Concrete
was the view of preached archaic
Together
in the feel escaping dance
Floor
the ballroom of thought coop elud
Understand
for the specimens in hand
As
the eyes of mast draw clearer in grey shelter
Strangers
form the touch of casual joy
Inquisite
for the came
Hours
patiently arouse
In
jewelled voices ringing on the bygone pages
Shores
of unknown graves
Alive
in the minded ocean fires
Touch
of close sun reaching in the surrendered light of night
The
under wishing rivers sings the decide of reveal
Paths
The
water open sounds
Enlighten
me softly golden gates of succession
Voices
of immaculate friends
Touching
crossing calls
In
the arms set of free.
The Break in Cronus
Death
in the kindred spirit
As
of cities mount bellows
I am
of friend,
In
the time hallowed
Old
beckons
The
due of hours
Bounding
was the promise ascension
Too
seat among cold bears
Were
the seeds of calmly winter
Placed
In
the scent too winds off green escaping
Aspiring
birth in the Apollo
The
sun led
Different
ends
Brought
to gallows along magnum demi corridors
I
have come alone
The
kind wine descends
In a
weary speech
Reaching
along the paths
Of
fate stroked findings
The
dancing call ,
Smile
again
Old
friend
I
have found
The
end.
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