Lykren
01-01-2015, 09:13 PM
Drinking drops of limited
usefulness, the same air that
exclaims its appealing properties,
strict and fluid, the music's mode
contains, deletes repose. How violet
buds stroke the evening, receiving it
with preternatural starkness,
flowering though stilled! Softly
calling into oblivion that force
which kept in motion the enshrined
surface of the lunar scene, they
in their chilly bower hope to set sail
on the loom of notes.
If I wished, once, to enter through
that portal, now again I stress
and stream the melting metal,
the imaginary moment's particular truth,
observing a natural light,
the little calms appearing folded
in the outer waves of soundlessness.
Here they approach.
Let them consume it as it is,
a coarse reflection of the utter dawn.
what say you?
usefulness, the same air that
exclaims its appealing properties,
strict and fluid, the music's mode
contains, deletes repose. How violet
buds stroke the evening, receiving it
with preternatural starkness,
flowering though stilled! Softly
calling into oblivion that force
which kept in motion the enshrined
surface of the lunar scene, they
in their chilly bower hope to set sail
on the loom of notes.
If I wished, once, to enter through
that portal, now again I stress
and stream the melting metal,
the imaginary moment's particular truth,
observing a natural light,
the little calms appearing folded
in the outer waves of soundlessness.
Here they approach.
Let them consume it as it is,
a coarse reflection of the utter dawn.
what say you?