I Dream Poetry In Darkness and Light

| I Dream Poetry in Darkness and Light | Unbroken, my light rises like deep alluvion of sweet rivulets, Craving passions and tragedies like written poetries of Juliet. In softly spoken words I quell, of streamed sheen of sunbeams and spells. Where worlds of fallen reality and fantasy live in parallel. Playing with dreams and it's ruinous luminosity, Through my skin, I feel its pale softness glow. For, my ferocious heart beats for disaster and catastrophe. Between the beginning of dawn and it's closing dusk evenings. Reaching with ardor towards it's warmth, The bitter transparent wind on my lips, I kiss. Nevertheless, the dark reminds to hide all my mess. But, this febricity itch with within my hidden fears, Recoils and quivers like a mournful Mimosa. Hiding under midnight treacherous treasuries but, I falter closer. Let me lay in darkness; between these verses. Let all hatred consume me with unbearable curses. Let me die within these spiralling pages and vortex verses. But, the scintillant light lends it's chi, reminding my lungs; inhale deep; exhale free, Like a pretentious vapour; I keep climbing. My senses swell; atmospheric rising with spring tides fluorescent rhymings. I move through like osmotic whispers; jolting with winged feathers of sweetened writings. Because, I dream poetry in darkness and light. And mourn with unspoken words; simultaneously, day and night.