Ashley Akari

These phantoms crowd about
My lonely heart:
Their eyes are cold
But their embrace is warm –
...

I.

Stumbling naked and alone,
To the bank of the oily river
...

All the hot red glow,
The raging booms are gone,
But the grief hangs still
Like a tattered English flag
...

Stumbling eyeless
On the raging moor
Lost, a tragic zombie—
...

Do not ask me
If i love you by
Candlelight when
The world is a
...

The black hair was
A glistening wave
Down, down her
Curving back.
...

Love is love.

No one knows why
Strangers are friends,
...

I remember,
Like yesterday,
The blinking city lights—
The yawning gulf in your eyes.
...

Old woman,
You shiver on
The bomb-shattered street;
Alone
...

The stars sparked flames in her violet eyes;
Lashes matted as the the tree-tops' twisted arms,
And lips and mouth, so red, so red.
Red as the darling dove's hawk-gashed heart
...

They await, bare posts,
Seven heads in seven ropes.
Glittering in a morning sun,
Under a quiet, blue-painted sky.
...

Remember, old one, you could never keep
Alive the dreams of a distant sleep.

A love is lost, joy walks with pain;
...

The sunlight in my hair
And the breath of clear-glass air.

Eyes alight, youth filled with
...

The foam of a million seas
Washes over the cold sand
And rises up between the living
Mountains of our feet.
...

Feel the cold sand
Rising, rising beneath
Our toes.
Feel the night-cool breeze
...

We huddle together,
Hunched in the howling wind,
Crumpled newspaper the only shield against
The cold clawing at our skin.
...

Alone, violin,
You stand at the unfriendly corner,
Waiting to draw the taut
Across the tense strings:
...

There was quiet.
There was stillness.
Light unveiled the
Waste of sea and
...

The image of you
Still accuses me,
Stark in the stunned
Shell of my mind.
...

Look to the silent,
Sloping hills.
Anchored in the deep,
Red earth; we move
...