ahsiam
06-25-2009, 02:14 AM
constant dark fell upon those windows
until the only light of moon affixes its beam;
of a dead night, i would be a life
as my vision is reflected in the still fluid.
concealed imagination revealed
for that bawdy waves traced of a portal to the moon
and the light made the tree limbs wince.
endure enough to fall
until physiognomy alone its dead
than the face itself;
lose enouggh to tune
for an accordion has parted the diptych
or portraying an image beneath
and reveal as an allegory
for i would say you have lived enough.
until the only light of moon affixes its beam;
of a dead night, i would be a life
as my vision is reflected in the still fluid.
concealed imagination revealed
for that bawdy waves traced of a portal to the moon
and the light made the tree limbs wince.
endure enough to fall
until physiognomy alone its dead
than the face itself;
lose enouggh to tune
for an accordion has parted the diptych
or portraying an image beneath
and reveal as an allegory
for i would say you have lived enough.