Submissions by doriann_barrere (Dorian)

From whence we've spoken in the midst of whitest silence?
Seemingly blurred in the eons past.
Breaking kept promises of blissful memories that have been cherished to the point of codependence in our hearts.
Begrudgingly forgotten and left in the sluggish wave of darkness, completely shattered apart.
But we strive for a genesee, a new becoming, to give future reminiscence a new and pure start.

an akin, crimsonshaded, thine Männlein whom walks, in flower fields of sunnysided, uppeth of meadows, reddish glay over the fabric of barefoot felt grass.
an akin Männlein, sherry of hope, lost in a positive o,
of tender disorientation,
a diving swim, into the ocean of flora.
as then cometh the blue rain, nutrition of soil.
thee Earth-Mother whom weeps the Magnifique rays of joyful tears,
  cleansing our rooted hair of darkest, green leaves.
our happiness at ease, at rest, the Männlein guideth the path in plural lonliness.
aesthety' of sorrow, saddened...