Blood Loss Of Dying Dreams, Spirited Flesh - Poem by Knight Fizzstorm
Insidious layered shrouds of enveloping twilight mesh
blanketing, compressing my senses crawling on treasonous ground,
seminal awareness extinguished in the wick of midnight's breath
as false forms surround me in the silenced depth of dying sound.
Inward falling thoughts unravel time lost woven memories,
garlanded wooded lake's shimmering ripples exhaling coy
stills of reflected stars, palmed by a gentle cuffing breeze,
imparting wavelike childhood dreams of past empirical joy.
Rustling partitions of leaves eager to break their stemmed bond
floating carelessly in zephyr winds, coating the earth
with their proud temporal colors swallowed by stagnant ponds,
rotting in droves then impatient to renew their cyclical birth.
Nudged back into realities arms, awakened by spirited flesh,
first light invading through the dew scented trickling dome
with youthful passion I pulled myself up upon his massive breast
and carried through medieval paths to my ancestral home.
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