Abstract lights,
Twisting along roads,
In a forgotten city,
Floating in empty air,
We were stuck here,
Stuck here in a ghost,
In a ghost of a rain dropp falling,
Falling below the indirect words,
Of the wind that whispers secrets,
Secrets to the shadows cast along,
Along to the skies,
Cut off by black mountains,
With rigid frame,
Ringing with laughter,
Spilled out of the heavens
With watery color,
For the ones standing tall,
On the border wondering,
Words were spoken,
And never forgotten,
Engraved in solid stone,
Hiding in fear of the ones,
The ones that might find them calling.
mystic write...nice imagery you bring in, Star...words there dropping like drizzles...10
I loved it! Abstract light caught deep inside a ghostly rain drop, Etc..Etc... Gave it a TENNER. God bless poets and their abstracted light-MJG.
i really like the way u used words.u have a unique way with language''not calling a spade a spade''
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
some beautiful imagery and lovely content... keep writing, thanks Athena *** words will change the world ***