fall of the skin of time at night
you are not calling me
dead horse by the door this morning
you are not calling me
your song
hill breast of gold under my wanting hand
my dream
you come to me skin, hand and breast
let me call you
the Silver Milk
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Picture: Silent songs
Poem remade on August 26, 2012
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the rain of life
ReplyDeletethere, there,
the night wanders
kicking my flying memories
my ingrowing desires
it’s raining untamed hopes
savage but it smells so good
it torns and splits time
killing me over and over again
Milk of silver
ReplyDeleteIllusive lights
Flicker and Dance
Throughout the night...
Suddenly,
Eyes open
A Dream
Over and Over again...
Comforting milk of silver.
Horse of Blue
Death is not his face
not yet...
not yet...
Dreams
over and over again,
Light will fill voids
Left by Milk of Silver
in time...
in time...
Sip upon a fine Bold Wine
Lie gently upon comfort
close your eyes for a moment...
Dream...
Fall asleep with a different
Dream...
Milk of Silver shall appear
Spirit of the Horse shall
Once again find strength...
Excellent write of depth, thank you for the Art and exceptional perception from within.
Such talent shared inspires
Each ...
see the fin?
Luucy Stone*ldbg