Magnolia Moments
When I whirl as wind,
unwavering ~
surfing on
watercolor wings
of simmering seasons,
which flicker
and fly through me,
filtering my faults
with a wrinkled fantasy,
I waltz whistling ~
in their whispering waves,
where the lachrymal leaf
of loneliness lulls me
to a lavender sanctuary
of sanguine sentiments,
beneath the drizzling doom
of sleepless stars.
If there were
a trinket tarnished
with tulip-teals
of tasteless truths,
tiptoeing over twilight
to traverse the
ticking tickles of t i m e ~
I would be the sunset,
chased by the
suffocating silence
of saffron storms.
O' ruler of the reckless minds
there's an empyrean inferno
ignited around
your devilish globe of diamonds ~
as there is always
a synonym for mirrorless miracles
which we feel in our bones,
and the hierarchy
of hateful hyacinths
is meant to be melted ~
by the melodious mints
of magnolia mantras.
We are n o t h i n g,
but moments dissolved
in meditation,
clenched on the turmeric thread
of lustrous lemon love ~
slightly separated from the murkiness,
by the narrowed neon Nile
flowing in our intuitive isles.
Luxury is lavishly luminous
before it beckons our beliefs,
bleeding in our
versatile constellations
of superconscious virtues.
Perhaps, the skies too wonder
if their sirens
are blindly flawed
with the fragrance of forgiveness,
by the sailors of nirvana ~
for those who have
never surrendered their sins
before the sweven shimmers
of our sublime soul-guardians.
This hummingbird
has her heartbeat
hushed in the haze of heaven
and I am deceased,
a dawning dialect
in the scentless sunrise of life ~
for, every patriot of p e a c e,
pirouetting in the
ethers of ephemeral elixirs,
is born from burning auroras,
cascading upon
the aurelian lips of angels
aching within fractured letters
of apocalyptic affection.
"I'm h u m a n,
a honeyed heart-lily of light ~
carved within nylon notes
of the crestfallen nightingale,
clenched to the fist of fate
as it has always concealed
the stardust of my secluded solace.
Akin to the seven petals of prana,
my spirit shall b l o s s o m breath by breath,
seeping in the sepal shades of a crystal canopy ~
where enlightened I am,
e v a p o r a t i n g through their veins
in the essence of spiritual awakening... "
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