The fields of childhood in his eyes…
Slipping through…
The pebbled path back home…
Blank moon-washed lips…
Murmur memories in nostalgia…
And...
I see wind fallen dusks…
Amongst the sun that once was young…
As He sang to the foxes with a bleeding heart…
Larks lie awake …
Staring..
At the dew drops screeching from his eyes…
Then…
Lunaa appears…
Gathering him a Sky-ful of night…
Sensing his Dark echoes…
Flying …
Ripping …
Merging …
Into his melted tears….
She remains his forever! ~
~ 'twas written for a Lucifer..
Slipping through…
The pebbled path back home…
Blank moon-washed lips…
Murmur memories in nostalgia…
And...
I see wind fallen dusks…
Amongst the sun that once was young…
As He sang to the foxes with a bleeding heart…
Larks lie awake …
Staring..
At the dew drops screeching from his eyes…
Then…
Lunaa appears…
Gathering him a Sky-ful of night…
Sensing his Dark echoes…
Flying …
Ripping …
Merging …
Into his melted tears….
She remains his forever! ~
~ 'twas written for a Lucifer..
3 comments:
romantic..u romanced pain al dis while..n it shows..ul com arnd..hav faith
I'm always coming arnd ..didn't u see me with that yummy guy at Colaba sipping on margarita..lol
Damn I wish that was true.. Forget the guy.. atleast the margarita.. if only I wasn't a teetotaler~~~ :(
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