earth crumbles from between my veins,
lighting paths beneath my skin,
singing melodies that weave braids
of colours unknown to me; it is still
and the night is long, as I gaze
up at the heavens and bathe in
the glow of the celestial bodies;
it feels soft and feather-light,
drifting amongst the stars in my eyes,
I swim in thoughts that compete
to drown out the others; it is all
fun and games, it almost seems
to say; I raise my glass to toast
the invisible hosts of my dream,
as they dance and make music,
making the constellations glimmer all
the brighter; a single candle flickers out
and the sky explodes into bursts
of light, bathing my head in a timeless
wreath of colour; what is wrought
from ancient words is known as
deathless, as sand slips from between
my fingertips and the star swirl
above my head, until motionless.
YOU ARE READING
夏思い (Thoughts of Summer)
PoetrySummer. I've been writing more poems than prose, which is something that has been a hassle for me and my current projects. But the poems are just born from my fingertips in bursts of ink, so I can't just put them back from whence they came. They wan...
