The day dreams

Oh dawn, you emerge on horizon's birthing lips, bursting through a ventricular atmosphere, through this painted sun I bathe in the circular path time now carves and wonder how can there not be a God. "Oh lover, our lord abandons us"  The eyeless dream scape, clenched the fabric of my flesh, to rend it puddy in his apathetic veins, Weightless and weighted by several shades of gray, we were still shadows, as we embraced the early hours, of waking slumber. Dearly beloved, the comfort of your half-held glance, was more the dire, as I remembered, our sky was now empty, The ceramic, of your budding wings, shattered the glass of silence with the flutter of anxiety, as we were angels, with no heaven, and saviors with no victims. Now only monuments to the unattained, juxtaposed to devils, wanting more than hugs.

Oh dusk, you were unwanted, the aborted child of an absentee lord, You came like summer fire, lost to it's own fury. A solitude parade followed in your wake, with leper children drumming through the opaque glare of your streets. I and my portrait, He clung to me now, as my love dwindled in the devil's of her own. Whispering "abandoned fetus"  "Hooved catastrophe" Willing me to admit, my own knowledge on the matters. Empty-handed divinity, I lost sight of my heart, as it faded gray, to blend with fellow shadows, Oh, how I wept at the foot of dusk, where my tears installed its flesh with scowls, and it retreated for the sheer pity.  Empathy, my dear angel, you took fate as a passenger, whilst I delved through the chasm of the ignoble, You kept fate at your finger's tips, and set course for a God, who now soaked in the oils of his own misdeeds.

As I slept, on apathy's scowl, Nervosa passed by, treading through calamity unscathed and light-minded. He was the autumn breeze, passing through the iron curtain, a fly, encouraging the cave dwellers, to turn their heads from the shade-painted walls. As I lay silent, and wrought with avarice, whilst the empty vacuum of a voice whispered in my ear, Nervosa brushed by ever so gently, as if to say, that he knew the way, so be sure to follow.