EROSION ii

Yesterday’s hero stripped to the core needed less now than ever before. Whatever Phantom occupies those russet crowns, faintly drains your Watery Downs. Dredge thy deepened hull swollen full of secrets twined. Lives of yours and mine, ghoulish years darken doors between now and who we were before. Long caught in the gust of each other and at once a depth you dare not utter.

No clutter no words just gutting the pulse a million ways to softly put the breaks on, to gently walk away, so not to crumble a dearest love. Erosion drowns in subtle ways. You clutch a silly icon I may never be and we… Marooned in the air where spirits journey towards 2 destinies, not forever sworn, outside of time we… linger intertwined in un-knotting. We hold excuses to soothe the salted dross of love not worth the loss. God’s in full attended when breakage quick ensues the texture of the swoon drains every drop of “moon-time”. Maroon Oceans exhausting bruised heart. Nyx and Venus Serenade the lowest harp. Inky Oceans filled and skies of parchment made. Half a chance encounters scribbled upon trees read from washed eyes stain Will’s tragic scenes. Beauty kicked from Grace, by tomorrows slave poking fiery fingers in the sides of Passions naive. Cupid’s quill thus spilled… frail infatuations scrawled in feeble brains lest morning’s foggy recall stains. Salty corrosion sways the bluest hymn, the seasick requiem caught undertow with Erosion’s ebb and flow, truth locked in a kneed surrender begging hasty Sunrise draw a shady wait, tranquil even star cast thy Prussian color soften erosion’s grinding for love not worth the weight.

~ by araboth on April 17, 2008.