D(R)YING RIVERS OF IMAGINATION

Demons and fireflies -

  Interplaying the twilight breeze,

Azure horizons tell tales:

  Of bygone trees.

Wisps of the dying spectrum,

  Light strands of auburn hair;

He reaches out to touch

  The nothingness of the air...

Raw emotions

  Breathe out fire;

Fate rings out like

  Notes from a lyre.

Green liquid

  And stark reality,

Rips the soul

  Of it's fertility.

Reviews

[Candle in the wind]

wisps of the dying spectrum, fireflies in the twilight the azure horizon ... such beautiful yet desolate - palpable images!