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.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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