glowing
embers popping
curled before the fire
waiting for your warmth to set me
ablaze
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glowing
embers popping
curled before the fire
waiting for your warmth to set me
ablaze
ablaze
we rise above
lapping flames, tongues stretched out
to taste the heat of next world's fire...
wink out
Wink out
the sun now, and
blink away the rain, the wind;
walk the world with closed eyes- seeing
all things.
all things
work together
for good is their sweet goal
plow, pen, pram, planting seeds of hope
taste it
taste it
it may be sweet,
could be sour, bitter
yes, but you can't savor it your
last hour
last hour,
midnight creeps up,
a horrible vicious
monster, gripping the city in
its claws.
its claws
raking the soil,
the gouges left behind
deep enough for evil's black hand,
beware
beware
of solids between
fading glances and winds
turning, lyric touch blown without
hearing
hearing
waiting, silent
stretching the bounds of time
straining nerves for the slightest noise
listen
hearing
such nights in awed
quietness, pulsing notes
in the last breath of the final
flowers
erm...
Edit: listen
to nights in awed
quietness, pulsing notes
in the last breath of the final
flowers
:)
flowers
crumpled petals
staining my hands with pink
and lavender, fragrance downward
drifting
drifting
in dark silence,
the earth turns toward morning,
blackbird chortles, the light expands,
I write
I write,
keyboard-pecking,
the click-clack-click warns of
stories told, views expounded, words
displayed
displayed
in ordered rows
dust-covered and dog-eared
bindings cracked by loving fingers
old books
old books,
pebbles under
rivers, we look again
the words hold their shapes, only we
flow by.