XXVII

XXVII

Saturday, November 23, 2013

A Transcendental Cry

Out for a walk in this strange wilderness.... 
The river of my dreams no longer carries water.
And silenced stars were removed...
Throughout the bright lines of a cloud
Forget October when rain was but a soft glow...
The memories of stardust paint the eyes gold
A transcendental cry - untold-
The infinity becomes nothing.
The stairwell home becomes dark.
The ghostly shrieks will turn away ...
Rolled in the wind
The sanity vibrate's the otherside of wake... 
And the counter force is hindered wickedly
 Torn between temptation or life.

It lingered to my prolific passions
Out for a walk in this strange wilderness.... 

Alec Wildey & Maudy 

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