art sarcasm diatribe

this brief interlude

pierced by realities ever crashing

blow

ballooned beyond your perception

I become the ever present vision of myself

standing before the strange altar

beauties sleep whispers the willow’s breath

soft and hurried words passed between the mouthes of lovers

in corridors

eyes that search for glances stolen

and given too freely

is your heart a harbinger of my hopes

is your course a milestone marker standing in the mist for some thousand years

are you mine

and i yours

these two autumnal blossoms seething for the pollen from the stray bee

so strange to me

that I should look down and see

this shadow

walking next to me

intertwined in the gray ambiguity

of time’s timely thrill and grill.

Advertisements

About binaryLady

Front-End Wiz and Full stack developer

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: