@crimson@ Poem by kenya black

The world that I see through my eyes
Is a unreal veiw that feels like a dream
In the raging night of a full moon
The reminesence of memories flow through me
They are like transparent walls of treasure
Of some I would like to find again, and some
I would like to forget
How nostalgic it is to see through her eyes
They are crimson violet with ash grey
White trails of purity show in her pupils
Her hair flows down to her waist
As she runs in the blinding night
Hidden in the shadows of lost warmth
The world through her eyes have shown itself
The vision of crimson colors invading everything
Crimson has now become a world
A world of where she knows she belongs
Crimson...
The flight of mystery tames her vision
In the darkened light that radiates from the full moon...
So that the path that she has chosen will forever be
Crimson
A night filled with translucent facades of lies, dreams, and loneliness