Strolling Through Silence
Almost loving, running in death’s shadow singing
Past a silken silhouette close, past and dancing
From the dust faithful, giving, taking what she’ bringing.
Oh, how the stars in midnight’s swears a sweaty brow’s thinking.
I can only gaze through, see how, and learn the tools of fools
Boots in lightning in thunderstorm wasting away.
I can only signal a string of words dropping in ancient bloods.
Where is her night and where went our day?
Wildcats and ravens plan the foundations stand
And I can only dream of yelling to her so loud.
I was once her breath, now I feel her death.
I am not silent, sorry, or proud.
Raindrops sing symphonies gazing in hypnotic stare
I can only act of dancing while savoring a last touch
Dining with serpents, vows are made not here, not there.
But oh the beaten soul I am, she was my lover’s crutch.
Smoke of gray lines of music of reams of prim flowers
While I can only crawl—hoping to see her fall.
I, the mortal liar, my love and hate devours.
Strolling through silence, touching eyelashes all.
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