Friday, September 7, 2012

In the sun

I let the memory heal and the muse watches on


I wear your masked melancholia

Like a second veiled skin

Sensual 

Through the souls of serene eyes

Let them weep

Bleed

 

I see tomorrow

Though this day was the last

To hear the dying angels cry

A thousand broken sunsets

Silent screams of mercy 

Shine like crimson in the sun

Cryptic feathers hide the dreams

While Im awake

 

A look sideways

Tells the truth

Of a heart filled with dreams of a youth

And eyes

Filled with tears

Tell the bitter tales

Of a life unlived

And unloved

 

Hand her back the innocence 

Silken sweetened twilight

Of a shattered emptiness

Of a passing to the place

She wished to leave

Fluttered from the leaf in the wind

Marked in forever

Sacred ink

Drifted in illusions

 

We speak with the same voice

But one does not listen

To the sun

As it speaks in the halo of the stars

Silver reflections hide the shadow of the dark

Running

Can leave us wanting

For the yesterday 

When words were left unsaid

 

If I lived your life of make believe

Choices would fall on golden horizons

I have lived your life 

As you have lived mine

Shattering the mirrors

In shards of distrust

Leaving the promises

On the lips of the queen

Quilted in treasures of dust

 

Intertwine our waists

Let it permeate in who we are

As I

We

Drink from a melody

Writing softly spoken imaginings

In the sky

Never to allow one wrong word

To let it all come crashing down

 

Enjoy the one last time

For it cannot last forever

Savour this time

 

In the sun


5 comments:

Jinksy said...

I couldn't agree more with your beautiful words... Live in the Now.

And thanks for the tip re commenting... It worked. ♥

Grace said...

Lovely specially the intertwining our waists stanza....savored this poem and got drunk ~

Margaret said...

So sad... I'm not sure I see much hope here, "One last time" seems like an end.

Kerry O'Connor said...

To read your work is to have an experience.

Sharp Little Pencil said...

Adrian, there is so much to this that is left for the reader to envision for him/herself... much gorgeous imagery, yet the idea of the man and woman intertwining waists, the "one last time," and "In the sun" seems like a call for either forever or burning out... I'm entranced by your writing. Love it. Amy
http://sharplittlepencil.com/2012/09/11/comes-the-revolution-for-riley/