Memories slide down the road like pebble pearls.Rolling, they shine their last sparkle, as they amass in a pack full of dust.I see my shield, and my kite lying together – my sleigh and my sword,all bursting up like bubbles in the water,the moment smashing hands falls down upon them. And what book to give if the pages are blank,…
Month: September 2020
The impostor
The words floundering in a scene faintly familiar,smiling faces with wrinkles that scare,a solid plate – a broken disc. This place seems dazzlingly brightwith sunny moons and golden mist,to glaze on the round tables with the white sheets.And the people – standing replicas,they pass their toes and hang their feet they give their hands and poke their bowsin a slithering…
Acadia
The fiery turbines produced a deafening sound as the little aircraft landed on the rooftop as if it was a little helicopter. It was a dynamic minimum size plane that somehow managed to travel the length of a half a planet in two hours. The engine lights still visible through the bursting propellers, diminished their flame gradually, as the dust…
A Last Night’s Wish
There was a flicker in the flamesa little blast of silence took on its orange dressas the sound of the cracking branches roaredspeaking their night tales And in the trembling dance, the shadows grew bigger and smalleramong the sand mountains,Your skin was glowing like the reflection of a polyedric diamondand the night was nurturing its lullaby songs All summoned on…
Bedrock
Your brows don’t frown for being unablethe words to speak that are unfitYour arms don’t slouch beneath the beastthat holds your truth with chains and mistAs far away, the sea advancesinside the infinite’s raw yardsas long as mountains keep on breathingthe golden air they hold on top,as long as earth and sun combinetheir hands and feet in their danceour little…
The Little Veil
Look how sweet is the veil of mistas it befalls the night’s angst.The fury flames are settled downwith a little kiss from grandma’s tales. Look how peaceful are the seasas sun bestows on them his shield.It seems the dragon is asleepwhile we dance above in haze. *** For how long will the burial shroudsaccount the truths you cannot bound.The cloths…