Like a ghost in decay
14 April 2016
Look upon horizon see the trees that will grow
Through the empty playgrounds where the voices holler
They fabricate reason for a token to show
Cinderella makes rounds for midnights to colour
The king tries for treason as the daffodils slow
Fading garland surrounds the beard like a trawler
Flowers out of season smother traces of snow
Flickering net makes grounds for souls to grow taller
You called upon me once like a ghost in decay
The moon shone through your frame like a weeping willow
Head hung facing two suns as three to music sway
For beating heart to tame shoulder to cast pillow
I offered you sun’s bunce web of golden threads’ play
You resumed aging game sliced orphan and widow
Reading of the poem:
Xibalba – Clint Mansell
Not at Home – Clint Mansell
Together we will live forever – Clint Mansell
Very dark and spooky.
I see dead people 😀
Ha-ha
Suitably ethereal
Thank you Derrick 🙂
deeply elegant and beautiful – the dark color is powerful!
Thank you Mihran 🙂
Darkly beautiful, Geetha. I love it.
Thank you Eric 🙂 xoxo
Welcome! Xxx
A very dark fairy tale here
Thanks Marissa
Haunting. Love it.
Thank you Sarah