Youth's Veil
Suspended in contentment,
blossoms slip into infinity,
their hunger trembling into fragility.
In the endless dance,
gazes fade, gestures echo,
eternity blooms only to wither again.
Symphony Unborn
She is not made of matter nor of emptiness Only the suggestion of a form suspended in something that cannot be named In this place there is no before no after only this moment floating unanchored where nothing asserts itself but something remains She floats in this world held in tension before being She may not appear She may not vanish Or perhaps she was never meant for either
Halfway to Nowhere
I inhale time into infinity. Suspended in verdigris, The universe wears my silence as an ornament, Lost in the fog of the in-between. Everything feels so distant, in the void, The horizon is but an adornment, Wavering under the impulse of my frenzy. Time draws me into its infinity, Whistling softly in my ears.
Blood Pact
You’ve already admitted defeat; your kingdom, you have deserted. You spend your nights weaving clouds, only to perch on them come daylight. Sleep has become a shelter of fortune. Your silence is the outrage of a scream.
You contemplate the void, carried by waves of ambiguity. Within this promise of time, your consciousness is nothing but the jolt of an instant. You confuse dream with reality, and the unreal anesthetizes you.