Switching over,
Burning inside out,
The moon rises above the clouds.
A long white veil flowing down to earth~it lends its lace to the stars.
Angry balls of burning gas and fire.
Millions of miles apart.
Never shinning bright enough to be seen in the yellow ash of day.
And so they share a lost dream to lynch the sun,
As they rap around in the beige white hue of lace.
Intertwining themselves together creating an asterism.
Constellations of fighting men and ravenous animals.
Twinkling bright in mid twilight for all to see.
Screaming "Look at me!" ~ "Admire my beauty!"
Dusk lends it's knife to dawn, as the sun comes out of its hiding place.
It's red beam of strain like blood stretching over mountains and meadows.
We soak in every inch of fire_
And take it for granted.
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Behind My Eyes
PoetryA posting of every poem that I've ever written ...in continuation, as I write new things and express myself. Experience everything that lies behind my eyes. I am not very active on this site and only have used it to draw out my talents and express...
