the child’s laugh
fills the world
with golden sunshine
a thousand delicate melodies
glitter in gasps of breath
pure syllables
of finely spun mornings
rising in summer skies
drifting into lavender
fading into violet
falling into darkness
until only a lingering echo
remains
A fireless sun ascends beyond a deserted continent
darkness extinguishing the echoes of The Last Sunrise
We listen to the resonance of a forgotten cold
creep over the edges of our new horizon
You observe with splintered thought
and breathless, frozen prayer
an empty hand placed over your empty heart
She shivers in speechless fear
her bloodless veins pulsing in broken memories
He cries in unearthly whispers
that swirl into the desolate atmosphere
I move past vacant miracles in spirals of fading heat
lacing warmth into the cloudless winter landscape
We are speechless in a morning of dense charcoal
Our voices lost in the darkness of The Last Sunrise
A blue child listens
to the whispers of withering winter
as indigo skies drip from a canvas of shattered hope
the child is born with empty eyes that cradle
the teardrops of an ancient nightmare
his features fading in the endless blue of a forest lost at sea
gnarled midnight branches and dusty stems of charcoal
sway in dreaming starlight and sleeping planets
ashen words tumble from a grey horizon
and fall onto his frozen face
silently splintering into soft snow
Look past sightlessness.
Past skin.
Past oceans.
Past eyes.
Past the golden parallels of pattern.
Past the fireless Sun.
Past the foreboding of impeding future.
Reach out.
Breathe.
Touch.
Close your eyes and welcome the absence of light.
Close your eyes and listen to the heartbeat of a distant soul.
Close your eyes and taste the moments of a different time.
Where are you?
Look past the colors, the
explosions of sunset
the precision of a blue sky
keep running through mountains
through arid countries, and raging hurricanes
Where are you?
Look past the weightless fire
the endless walls that surround
every foreign continent
Past the frozen landscapes
of a thousand winters
Where are you?
In a mortal eclipse
soft twilight melts
into hazy violet
as foreign planets
rise in dreams
and gentle wind stirs
the cosmos.
The silent crackle
of scarlet stars
waking in breaths
of ascending flames.
Souls drift
in the hypnotic gaze
of the mortal eclipse
and everything waits
for The Unknown.
Were you a blue child,
chasing pastel clouds
in indigo evenings
and humming melodies
of midnight?
Were you a blue child,
watching changing comets,
and flowers bloom like
shattering stars?
Were you a blue child,
listening to dying summers
fade in grey rain
and crying
through the teardrops
of melting glaciers?
Were you a blue child,
thinking in moments
of tangled sapphire
and swimming
in splintered moonlight?
Were you a blue child,
full of broken skies,
and dreams of hollow oceans?
The eyes of a broken soul watch
In her dark curls
A headband of nightmares glitters
thousands of wilting flowers
Twisting
Turning
Like splintered snowflakes
they drift in empty sounds
The eyes of broken soul wait
Her presence
an anxious shadow
that whispers darkness
into vacant atmospheres
The eyes of a broken soul yearn
a velvet cry that creeps from the corners
of an ancient dream
Thick fog moving from dead winters
Fractured stardust gathering
on soft, pallid hands
The eyes of a broken soul hunger
for stolen sweetness
melting between shattered lips
diamond skin and jasmine bones
When you cried
The world cried.
Swollen oceans consumed
the decaying flames of decaying souls
Land fell in steep slopes
and mountains rose in frozen sounds
Winters swirled in thick screams in thick nights
a thousand full moons
shattered in empty Skies
and empty lights fell from empty dreams
Distorted thoughts filled distorted atmospheres
moonlight danced in black seas
and sunlight drowned in pale faces
and pale fingers drowned in black nightmares
when you cried the world cried too.
Pallid mountains surface
from the depths of silver oceans
Colorless rainbows blur in pieces
of faded skies
a haze of lilac blankets the planet
hidden from the ozone
Crescent moons stand still
And frozen stars wait
A Black Sun shimmers
rippling the Shadow World
The girl of yellow ashes
Drifting between memories
Of a golden sky
Listens as charcoal forests rise
And Shadows ascend to the ozone
Watching planets of illusion orbit past fading suns
Constellations burning in dying lights
Dark storms crying in broken sunsets
Whispering incongruous hopes in unconscious minds
Dreams laced with grey dawns
Evenings full of drowning comets
Nurturing a hungry silence that stifles all questions in fiery darkness
Haunting, monotonous sounds that echo in detonating galaxies
Moving blue stars to paint swirls in black nights
Outlines of foreign thoughts fraying in ancient mystery
Controlling through thousands of elusive songs laced in silver
The Immortal Secrets of Nothingness
