As my light becomes dark

I intertwine my words and vision into woven light

Sunday, January 23, 2011

Swooping Light

Fixated in a moment
Where explosive vocal chords
Are heard like whispers
Undercover breath
Are silent screams
Like a deaf confession
Or memory broken
Exposing the time
As the swooping force
Plummets down
Blanketing shaking shadows
To take cover in obscurity
The past is swept away
Like forgotten flowers
Scattered upon the aging stone
And a flood is released
Cleansing the earth
Immersed in the rising foam
Bearing down on the coarse crust
The anguishing flesh
Flushes away traces of mould
Leaving only the remains of what is pure

                          The light

1 comment:

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