I've looked out of this window, And that, Whereupon I remember the most, Those same nights, Sensory; a blissful bouquet of all things golden, Those same heights, Perfection calling; a moment paused, forever, And yet they're no longer the same, For when I turn away, Unbearably, I am alone.
Life is an adept, At taking, And if it hasn't yet, It will surely remind you, Which is why I capture, through ink, That which matters most, Plunged into flesh; my very being, A forever manifestation, Of everything life has given, And now, forbidden - by me, To take back, Till I am no longer… Continue reading Permanency
Eyes are fixed, Upon another dream, With features beyond belief, And like a scarlet witch, Who upon greater detail, Becomes a haunting shade, It teases and taunts, With the immaterial; the fabric of nightmares too, As reality, now veiled, Is screaming to be seen, And hysteric in the growing dark, For a curse is at… Continue reading Rose Tainted Glass
Up over houses, And between soft green leaves, Is a gentle blue haze, That gives new meaning, To a glorious breath, seized deeply, And from a silent window, For although the clouds have gone, And the sun has glanced back, I find - thankfully - There's still rain.
Though in life we live within the present, We unwittingly nurture, within us, Personalities beyond our reality, And when our friends leave us, We find that part of them actually remains, Waiting to connect with us again, But as our hearts and minds reach out, Expectantly, We find we are just haunted by the ghosts,… Continue reading The Ghosts of Those Departed