Byzantium Poems - Poems about Byzantium

Byzantium In August, the heat tastes of dust and desperation the despot feels that soon a time will change the power is but in the eyes of the general The sun senses a mounting revolt, is prepared will show no mercy but absorb the world in its inner core where we can burn forever. August is tired too, he the General gave...

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Byzantium It is August its heat taste of dust and desperation The despot feels that soon time will change it will Have to share with clouds and cooling wind. For not, it has the power but in the eyes of his general He senses a mounting revolt...

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Headed for Byzantium 1989 With only sun and crawling mist around You set sail for Byzantium, my love, Your cargo was my angry words, your tears, You carried our longing sighs and unspoken fears. Ahoy! Wife of a wandering man Cutting across dark seas and sorrows: The winds whisper tales of my desire While you wrestle phantoms in a lost empire. With ancient chants and...

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Onward to Byzantium One stone One Thought Mayan time Circle Of Stone Mound Of Sand Return As Is Pure...

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Long night will start the pincer movement; pyrexia is rising. Something like an extraterrestrial hand digs deep in the mind to open the tomb to unravel the tragedy of nuts and bolts which could not fix the mutation of the hour of death. Dark blinking lashes of soul measures the cliffs of silence and then pours the hot red vermilion in parted wisdom of...

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