Black satin stone

The pulsing of the lonesome rains  
Wetting the sterile desert fabric  
Fondling distinction  
A wrinkle  
of  
ill-design  
 
Whispers of the violin  
Intimate and soft spoken  
Melodic intrigue  
The cadence  
of  
grace  
 
Footsteps  
On black satin stone  
The promise  
of  
haste in the valley  
 
Zephyrs  
Colliding with ardor  
Tickling the bells of the watchtower  
The shrill  
of  
the wandering winds  
Maundering into vocal souvenirs  
The thunderous endeavour of tenor  
 
A silver laced fiddler  
His feverish pace  
Confining;  
The wile  
of  
a lonesome child  
 
Spirits chanting galactic incantations  
Their deep jangles  
Like the sprinkling  
of  
jewels on heaven’s skin  
Their facets cutting into the ivory  
Carving gallantry  
On the face  
of  
this mottled crimson warrior  
 
Swirling melodious sentiment  
Twisting the fibres of curiosity’s blanket  
Winding the miles of awe  
Quelling meddlesome class  
 
The lilt of waning melancholy  
Seizing  
The anonymity  
of  
spectral fetters  
Unclasped and withering  
Hallow recollections  
Pacify  
The percussion  
of  
innocence  
 
Guttural musings seducing a welter of words  
Empty parchment pining for a quill  
Perception  
Penned with authentic emotion  
Tempered wisdom  
from the age  
of  
plagues