DepthA Poem by The Spirit ChaserDreams, night, the beauty of subconscious.
Have you tasted
the honey depth of narcolepsy? Have you felt the flickering sensation as your seditious soul fights and scratches to prolong its stay in the blind spectrum of overlapping colors and shades? Let your cells tangle in the mesmerized dance of glances, fixated on the ever-changing images and beauties. We are all visitors here, we are all wandering tourists captured by the enchanting eyes of the lady Luna whose paralyzing beauty throws the world on its back and stirs the powerful waves of change. Her glow takes us to the eternity, reiterating the soft lullaby to our perfervid eyes. She opens our crass minds. She encourages our cowardly souls. She brings restorations. She offers life.
© 2014 The Spirit ChaserAuthor's Note
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