Here inside the blackness of my thoughts
I stumble with echoes from your voice
And I watch my decadent self
...the paleness of deceased branches
from a frozen soul of winter
The wind bounces off the blue...
glass, wetted with remembrance of you
The moon drips such loneliness...concealed
inside the golden grass...of your skin...
The night falls with Mediterranean light
Stars die wrapped in their glow
And the harsh cry of a bird
Extinguished with solitude
the silence deafens
when I hunt in the wind for
the sound that calms my dreads
(Your voice)
a dark canopy is never absolute quietness,
as I hear my constant eye-blink
…I sit waiting for the horizon
To hide...this love devouring me
And even still...I love you... despite your coldness
I love you... words escape my mouth in search of
Your ear...Listen... I love you...
And I am mournful as I remain tied up...here
Watching how you fly without me...
I fight against this blurry distance
between your body and mine
And time drowns each of my attempts
The moon...filled with all the night and...all that is you
And... drunk of love...as I stumble within your
Eyes, of a city that observes me…
… I… Die with my blanket of constant melancholy...
From a pale dream evanescence of you
To forget, is just an impossible task
And spilling every drop of my blood
seems to be the only cure to banish
Your haunting memory of
This love without you...
, I wrote this yesterday, after a thought a friend of mine borrowed to me, 











and finding it hard to write about anything else. the poem sounded to me like having three phases - a soft introduction, smoothing the transition into your thoughts and mind and telling of this "bane" called love, then in the middle a sudden flurry of senses awakening when you scream "i love you" and finally back into a smooth exist lowering the reader into a world deeper than the introduction, the one of death impending. i loved the wording, the soft sentiment yet not mushiness, the feeling of veracity, and the sense of abandon inside the kingdom of words, holding nothing back. and the tints... well, go well with your screen name 





This is truly an amazing write! Such intricate detail within the imagery... So very beautifully written. Vivid beyond what I can even emphasize... I just loved it! You have done such an excellent job with this piece! Brilliant! Good luck in the contest - this is so very well done!!!~







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