The Melancholy and the Pale Machinery Part Iii
Imagine a shore stretching to infinity.
A Pale thing upon its sand.
The ocean water is black
Midnight blue depths
Of Oblivion.
Skeletal hands rake
Pale Machinery
Melancholy and full of divinity
Mechanical parts and bloody ruination of hearts
Outer rim of Sapphire Skies
Columns of fires reach, reaching, searching convulsing pyres
Of Melancholy Pale Machinery and Imagery
Across a shore ablaze under a sliver moon waves
Ocean mysteries rise and fall across histories
Then sparkle the eons of creation, universes
Infinite and adrift
A Melancholy divinity pale and wondering
The seas of serenity.
Copyright © Poet Tellaferro | Year Posted 2021
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