as the hand of fate
parted the veil
I awoke,
on shape-shifting
white cotton dreams
grasping a thread
of saffron history,
a sparkling fibril
entwined
with the fingers
of my hands
I was incandescent
with history
as my fingers spread out
each minute twinkle
of precious memory
and on every
tear stained thread,
the abacus
calculates the
measure of life
in the make up
uniquely me,
a curious creature indeed,
will one day be measured,
and weighed,
to be always found wanting
but to a creature
not of existence
it will matter not
Categories:
fibril, imagination
Form: Blank verse
Inside this spectacular flare
seeped to shadows edge,
is a sadness born of leagues
sorrow freed
a forged memory shrines
in might,
timed unsheathed tears
blessed flows of comfort,
rained misery echos,
from chambered arch,
heart wells to break
this ache of mime,
these broken despairs diverged
soul searched memoir
now worn retiring,
serrated scorched flesh
burning lines seared Though,
breathlessly transformed
flourished streams unbidden-ed,
now breached
renewed
Breathing in the blackness
sprays that misery blew
pain of crushing memory
now merged,
lustrous forever,
heart strings sung before
a munimented fibril of tears,
drips quenching
a heart dwelling
within a mind
Memory graced in visions
seems broken spilling bare,
defined into the sharing
this soul de-lined despair,
hope refilled in crystal hue
deeded thought was found
shimmering in its loveliness,
these ruminated musings
blazing Love astound
Categories:
fibril, imagination, sadheart, memory, heart,
Form: Free verse