I write with flowers of ink, thy love poured out on page, in a slumbering alder away in endless flight; swaying with the stars, so white 'gainst the black night sky.
I have seen Maelstroms Eternal By: Adam M. Snow
I write with flowers of ink, thy love poured out on page, in a slumbering alder away in endless flight; swaying with the stars, so white
'gainst the black night sky. Facing the horizons, on the calm black waters called -ink. -I write for thee that thy heart be free. I have seen maelstroms eternal, mount in my soul but endless; -An abyss without thee, I dare thee not. By starlight the rushes lean over thee wide: -The ink on the page is erased, -The text is long forgotten.
Interesting piece. There's a kind of psychology to it that leaves something for the reader it seems. I like things like "horizons" instead of "horizon" for example, and the archaic English is very fine. The ending lines wrap it up with a nice twist in a way. Excellent write which is not the case with this comment perhaps. Thanks!
"The writer’s mind, can surpass even the most intellectual minds." –Adam M. Snow
I keep my work clean, I write to inspire others. Some people would even call me a philosopher, but w.. more..