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Abandon the Faithless flares
"The sun loved me again, when it saw that the stars would not abandon me" Jenim Dibie...
I paint on the blue-black arms of blank skies,
with pirouetting promises in midnight eyes,
no longer impatient for the dawning of hues~
manipulating the ache between ink and muse.
I breathe in silence, wrap my soul in rhyme-less forms,
to taste topaz tears of dusk, beneath swirling storms,
as I’ve long learned to sing with wistful stars alone,
amidst the warmth, cloaked within cold-chiseled stone~
flickers of grief, now veiled by bonfire blazes,
of melancholic memories and fleeting phases,
where love and light no longer collaborate,
yet sail like astral flames of fate that life must validate…
I ponder, do nameless ghosts of the sun recall my name?
For I crave not the fickle flares, nor to take their blame.
I am kissed by the redolent rays~
of ruin and wild orchids in lilac moon’s haze,
surfing through lagoons drenched in marine dust,
fighting tilted tides mirroring broken trust…
So, let me abandon the scorching gold of sunrise~
forgive this heart, serving nothing but lyrical lies…
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Ink Empress
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