XXVII

XXVII

Sunday, November 17, 2013

φάσμα (IΙI)

Into this strange wilderness
The light of specter's eyes
Views the once familiar forest  
In the shadow of the tree we use to hang
Found the pit of stones you perished over
This is not the ordinary path you walked
The love of the heart shines within the diamond 
Held into the palms of his hands,,, 
Even through disrepair 
Will not outlast the height of the mountain.  
The obsession of the clouds between the moon
As the wind flows careless
The need for speech is certain  
Without a voice to carry it... 
On, throughout
The same feelings exists  
The day of his demise...

Exits the wilderness 
into the light of specter's eyes. 



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