where some ghosts hide
where my knights ride
and Desire rules
there's a bright-hole
and it's shaped like you
here
underneath contentment
past the veils of reason
ignoring time
there remains a cave
and it smells like you
deep down
where the dreams are built
where good deeds get tilted
mixed with blood and breeze
i have found a space
and it shines like you
high above
soaring over my attempts
to replace, remove, refill
playing its mocking tune
there's a gap awaiting
it's unnervingly patient
4 comments:
lovely writing..I am glad to see you back..:)
very beautiful!
That is fabulous - I have always found phantoms to be the most beguiling lovers, the most inspiring - born from my deepest longings, illuminated by the highest hope - but those dreams of my heart, the flickering shapes in its crystal - are they not just the flames in my soul, there to warm me, a torch to guide me?
Yes, they are... they are indeed.
Thank you! :)
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