Submissions by FireeWithin

The trains of thought are leaving
Vanishing sounds fill the air
Somewhere in the night

A woman tracing footprints
Of a man whose fading face
Ripples the water

She dreams of the scented moonlight
Nightmoist on dewdrops and spider webs
The tourmaline sky is the womb of the world

She failed to comprehend the delicate intend
Of searching hands, where in abscence
Only the hymns of silence understand

Can I fold a strand of your hair
Around my lingering fingers?
The silken string it weaves
Around my wanton heart

Baptised by your being
Whilst fire, whilst flame
Your body becomes
A rising sun

Melted by the scented sound
The deep of the luscious wood
Finnally understood

She was a sculptress
He was the moon
The long forgotten art
Of a love that died too soon
When the tidal winds
Brushed her skin, her hair
The vaporising sound
Of memories
Moved the morning air
The canvas of skies
A harvest moon
Cries