Aquamarine I

A cold brittle Moon runs singularly in a shaded sky. With ghostly cloud galleons a full sail In Deep Seas of ebony, indigo divinity. All alone, full of frost… The bitter chill of Rivers flow crystal Moonbeams glow rain into ultraviolet souls To navigate seasons of ebony & indigo where a crystalline satellite flees alone While lost Children roam in Rooms of frozen Moon glow… That carve bare bars on wooden Floors. Of old fears that are hidden in ivory Tears. As cold wraiths frolic and play In the endless night of Ebony & indigo. Thin wispy clouds, translucent galleons, fly High into righteous suffering Buried in newborn cries of nightmares Bitter is the lunatic's rage Pouring into memories desolate echelons. Sliver satellites sail sterile dreams of mornings light in Lucifers brilliant shimmers. To the end of nights endless restless laments Of ancient voices howling Raging in ultraviolet & aquamarine.