Cosmic Chaos
“Special are the ones that see beyond veiled verses,
behind violet smiles, so much is spoken in silence, where cosmic chaos
are scattered amidst the twinkling constellation” Poet
I remember how I bathed
in the brilliant hue
of your silent shadows,
swirling in symphony
unscathed, across
silvery nights, as I decided
to slowly place
my trust again upon
kismet shooting stars~
perfumed with sins,
ferrying the sacred key
to my moonstruck
heart from afar.
But the gleaming rays
of celestial glows,
burnt into steel and dust,
guiding where your drizzling~
sharpened knife flows,
across my bleeding canvas
like a poetic downfall,
streaming crystal
tears upon us
to carve the edges
of unread chapters
with solemn epitaphs.
If only they could
feel the veiled truth behind
my eyes that speak
volumes, misunderstood
in vague dialects, echoing
through murky skies,
losing faith in humanity
within a hidden retreat~
as this world has taught
us raven phases
of lunar secrets
from somber tunes
of affection through
torment and deceit.
Yet time knew what
my mind couldn’t see,
flickering faith
seizing seconds few,
my lyrical haven finding me,
where dreams stew,
setting my rhymes free,
for I’ve learnt the art
of forgiving every neon lining,
scattered along seraphic
spheres beyond reach,
colliding cosmically
with implicit chaos,
oblivious to the wicked
tumbleweeds
of desire in wrath.
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