Thursday, June 4, 2015

A Portrait For A Missed Lady

riddled in ceramic fragrances,
somewhere the light chaces;
and opportunity turned to ashen desperation. stagnant. mesmerized hours

of bastions left dressed
in silken robes,
and yellowed abandon

i want to sing into my own ears,
because I want you to see me smile.
it felt more real.

absence is nothing.

Hope is the last thing to go down with a sinking ship,
because the sun still shines regardless of the shadows cast by sinking ships,
or wounded lovers & those on shore still enjoy a new day.