The Inside
Show me now of dreams I dreamt
Far this distance of places bent
Wake of the voices, rhythms heard
Rages of thirst uncommon blued
Tears now of the wicked crying soul
Ignore thy whispers of crystal bowl
Seen twice never once, this was told
A broken wing of the very bold
I closed my eyes as what was felt
Warm, embracing wind of molten melts
Should I have not remembered the sin?
The very thought clashes what I have seen
To turn to where it all began, I turned
Yellow, green and blue I see was burned
The other side, seen too was fading blue
This where ashes now long gone once flew.
Copyright © Sarah Jabri | Year Posted 2012
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