Lost is the sound
of breaking hearts,
in a hollow existence.
Beating in murmurs
of blue, against a
crying sky.
Grounded in a meaningless
life, where mere mortals
sip of pleasures disgust.
Calling goes unfulfilled,
when trust dies,
and faith lies dormant.
Ones wings insignificant,
in a world where all
wear sleeved sentiment.
And lustful eyes
wear sin again
in the cloth of lambs.
Author notes
By Celticmoon
Sinful Eyes
Piercing raven eyes
Set blazing carnal flames forth
Freeing sinful wants
I knew this was for Blaze and had to write from it.
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The imagery here is breathtaking...Be very so grateful for such a great talent as this that touches the soul of us all....SIGH..........
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"Beating in murmurs
of blue, against a
crying sky..."
I'm with, Wanda, that is as beautiful as it is melancholy!
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Sighhh..."against a crying sky"...Only you...& maybe Stevie Ray Vaughn can elicit such a sense of the blues with but a single phrase, dear Scribe. Belle will adore this piece, my beloved Scarecrow. I know I do. 
Wanderer
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Ah..you have so imaginately described the truth of this life with its poetic definations..well said poetry my friend..wonderful impact..
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I adore that last line...
yeah. If only we knew how long we had to make a difference, no? I liked this very much.
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