Compass

Dash away into the night,

Darling,

Taste the speckle of light.

 

Do not dwell on the sight,

Do not succumb to the noises you hear.

Only scent.

Only taste.

 

Erase your filthy Mind,

Concetrate.

Concetrate.

 

Fate is awaiting,

Stop

To smell the flowers,

 

Do not get too close,

Sweet child,

For these flowers ar too wild.

 

When the silvery moon sees her plight,

Run, dash away!

For the enemy is you.

 

Explode into the stars,

Young one,

And join with her.

 

Become

The way

Of the child in dismay.

 

Be his compass,

And show him the light,

So he may join you,

As the speckle of light.

 

Reviews

[Blue Belle]

It's beautiful! :)

[Simon Welsh]

There's a fragmented feel to this. I like.

[popourii]

I like the flair of whimsy in this piece. I feel this sort of push and pull with the piece. I'm not sure if that was intentional, but I found that to be interesting nonetheless.

[Eve Marie]

Very nice poem (: