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:
I couldn't agree more with your beautiful words... Live in the Now.
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Lovely specially the intertwining our waists stanza....savored this poem and got drunk ~
So sad... I'm not sure I see much hope here, "One last time" seems like an end.
To read your work is to have an experience.
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
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