The sun peaked at noon, Rage: Slamon, speckled and pearly hued, The water, merengue in the August Lake. Playfully dancing, a mirror to the sky above, and the earth; a bellow of disapproval. Love with her ocean mirror, taking in nothing but the sound of the air, humming softly, a feather in the rain cast face down. The mountains, ancient fathers slide into view and call to the burning kingdoms. Nero's violin wailing in the background,softly. A silence moan addressing nothing except sorrow itself. Moses parts the mountains, The sea embraces their peaks. The whistling comets the inevitable intruders at the peak of dawn. and Glory is the Courting Sun. All missed by Love, staring blankly at her nemisis and contrasting with empty glances toward her last fiery paramour. But with eyes devoted only, to herself. The lover's dying breath falls at her ear, deaf to the rain, deaf to the fire, death to everything but the humming air, the cold placid moon, and the sound of approval. Crying on her fall; but not for Him. Blind Love swallowed by the earth whole, and screaming for her mirror.
Reason for writing:
This poem inspired me to submit it because it made more
sense each time I read it. It contrasts sharply with my
darker work, and has a pace all to itself.
Birth sign: Not entered
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