In the highest destinations,
the moon shines well
In the luminous skies of hearts,
the stars cast enthralling spells
the moon shines well
In the luminous skies of hearts,
the stars cast enthralling spells
Summoned to glory,
and the stony prisons;
fate trapped itself,
in immense reasons
and the stony prisons;
fate trapped itself,
in immense reasons
All the long wings,
clearly broken in the nest;
an essence to restore,
none would now rest
In all the floods,
a monstrous thunder clap;
sighting the eternal,
and a never ending nap
Mirrors reflect gaze of strangers;
Unholy all brooks and shrines;
All the reasons, impetuous seasons,
could not compel time to define
Madness made sense,
to falter was to abide;
Though it was a throbbing edge,
harmony with it was tied
All the time, just flew by;
the horizon never touched the sky
Freedom lurked in luminous visions,
all the threats, some charming treasons
Looking towards the bridal day,
knowing it would never come
hope seemed a crazy indulgence,
nothing left to overcome
Despite none favoured,
nothing could bring it down;
a resolve so mighty,
it just wouldn’t drown
The dawn would break,
and the meadows would be near;
though fortune seldom eavesdrops,
even lesser does it appear
and the meadows would be near;
though fortune seldom eavesdrops,
even lesser does it appear
Sharp, clear imagery in a lyrical tale that deserves to be told from a poet and writer who deserves to be read. A challenger to the classic and privaledged poets of the institution. Pay attention to writers such as this, for he, we, are the future ... in fact... this is poetry's present. Pay attention. -BSW
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