In the depths
of the relentless nights
At the end of the endless days
I watch the flickering fingers
of amber lights
dance across your face.
The etchings
of ageless contemplations
Deep scars of living
that rise
from aeons of aches,
I see them
clouding your eyes
Where they lie
hand in hand with strength
and melancholy grace.
What flutterings do you hold
in the cage
of your quietened heart?
What weaves
of tangled webs
threaten to tear you apart?
What duels
of destiny's deceit
keep preying on your mind
These age old conflicts
that haunt
your journey through timeless time!
As the night wears down
to embers
And scraps of spent warmth
lie glittering
on your haggard brow,
A hesitant dawn steps forth
fighting through brumal mists
of teardrops
mirroring on your worn countenance
its rejuvenating glow.
Life lives
Its regal bearings
Truths of righteous spirits
that eternally endure,
The ancient ballets
of souls
rising from the earth
Moves of a majestic adagio.
© Manic Sylph 2016
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Drops In My Ocean
PoetryThe rapturous drops of my heart fall as poetry into the ocean of my infinite soul. I gather my ocean into each drop, to quench the thirst of questing spirits that wander into my world....
