Magic mirror

In your thoughts
Hanging questions
Confronts the decay
The images
that left behind.

The fading light
Pass like razor sharp line
Those empty moments
Eventually we face
Bleeding, crying.

Grey sultry evening
Spilling dry leaves
Deeply felt
Shadows hang from above
Never tell the truth.

Music in silence
The fragrances come back
Charcoal sky whispers
Hidden blood stains
Connect broken glass.

Log in

Log in

The whistling sound

Echoes in the rock wall

The battered moon

Begging for scraps

In the still of the night.

Return to reality

Explain the strange

Vermillion stained sunset

Clouds streak across the sky

Dreams share many moods.

Mothers killed for food

The shivering memories

Every note that played

The leaves tapping fingers

Sighing for love.

Of war and peace

Loop in your mind

In rain and wet grass

Logged in music

Cruising past moments.

Torn white papers

Rusty iron railings

The dirt accumulates

Past images cut through

The morning skyline.

Enigma

you do not want to talk,

not to make an eye contact,

morning sun stares straight ahead

and strides past in a tearing hurry,

to put the layers of clouds in place.

things will be so different now

when to stop, when to end,

you walk in a slow pace,

cool breeze in a rush to get started

proposing a prompt answer.

tall trees with narrow leaves

unfurling the dos and don’ts of life,

you feel as if first in, first out,

have the right to go about

to try and resolve the nature puzzle.