Wednesday, 22 January 2014

Illumination :- (For an old dear friend, who never returned)

 
Image:- Emma Ferreira, 2009 
 
I remember when, reason got lost,
wild rivers, ran their ragged course,
on old mountains, the sky spat its blood,
seas of burnt silver burst,vapours released,
thick white smoke, waved it's dragons tail,
and the pretence of tomorrow, released a form of
                                                     satisfaction.

A line was drawn,
bunkerered down, in a dream of rest,
measured vision one by one,
navigated, transcended, forgot,
released abandonment,
from the weight of perception.

The night softly dissolved into flames,
and comforts ambience, lifted its finger,
wrapped up in a warm place, of numbed release,
consciously blinking, in stretched defiance,
he fell asleep, to quietly wait,
for mornings hungry breath, to wake,
and the return of summer,
bringing some new shards of hope.

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