lake of life
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... inspired by life...
life is an inconsistent choreographer
shielded in stainless symphonies
composed with erratic patterns
curating colors seized from waning sunsets~
interlaced with cosmic lilac
and lavender dunes
drenched and drained in drizzling dews~
of raspberry regrets…
where mists of masked magic
pirouette across
magnolia skies like ballerinas
lost in the hypnotic melody
of this ephemeral existence...
tonight, I let my breathless ink
rest within the sombre landscape
of suppressed tears and childhood angst...
I’ve seen hibiscus heartbeats
of the serene cerulean
while listening and following
the lake of northern auroras~
twirling above meadows of misery...
flowing in hushed harmony
rippling and rolling … with neglected runes
leaving a trail
of piercing despair…
perhaps jewels of the night
flicker tales that rhyme with pain
for I am the voice of raining remorse~
echoing insomniac refrains on rewind
pondering… why do the emerald stars
always shimmer and shift to the
silken rays of lunar beams
captivating nocturnal creatures?
why must I feel like a
helpless prisoner of darkness?
as if my wings are tainted
by the truth that remains
unwritten and unread...
life …. drowned me
in scarlet shades of sorrow
cloaked me in grief
yet watched me rise
amidst the cruel feathers of fate
and reversed cups of destiny
restrained by the edges of
sharpened swords
emblazoned with blood diamonds
and blazing gold rusted from corpse lullabies~
and mindless words….
but I’ve long been chained to the
inevitable changes
drifting and crawling
in cashmere cadence
to the silhouette
of a mourning moon
dipped
in eucalyptus and peppermint….
maybe these are riddles,
that weigh too heavy for the
minds that refuse to see
what floats beneath platinum pools
of broken promises and disappointments
streaming in crooked streaks
aligned with cursed calligraphies...
yet I still rescript poems of peace
with recurring hope glazed in honey
hoping one day life will be as it is
in dreams where ghosts do not dare to
astral walk in the caramel corridors
of the celestial castle of blissfulness
and I will awaken to a realm of
violet orchids
and sun-kissed roses….
let suffering be the real reason
and love be the immortal requiem
as life and it’s
fangs can never steal
the music and lyrics
of a soul singing into the saffron air
reflecting seas of turquoise tranquility…
Copyright © Ink Empress | Year Posted 2024
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