poetry
poetry
is in a dangling space
enduring echoes lovingly
lush lips, allure
find a trace
of multispectral canopy
upon a shore,
ancient breakers swept
broad-brushed flow of tides
they slip between
lost days in a passionate swoon
the bare autumn trees
near stilled bay waters
in creeps darkness
to the ominous church bells knell
effect nights forbidden dreams
chants in whispers to the last breath
all the forgotten memories
in clouded reflectance
sands recall the waves and Baytown sinking
delusional intentions disappear along with my soul
a small bandage across the loss of precious time
just another found token of affliction
Nice...:-)
You use words well;-)...
Regards,
David...:-)