Fly me away, my winged silver horse,
Gallop us o’er the clouds.
Scarper from chains of empty discourse,
To a land without mist or shrouds.

Do you ever dream you’re upon a rainbow,
Or gliding through the air?
Not tied down by confusion,
The unknown, the distant stare?

Kneading a dough without its yeast,
Negligence a clear defeat.
Overdose is surely superior,
Winning a mere repeat.

A tear drop dried by pride from within
Appears on skin a smile,
But inside she’s pouring a heart wrenching storm
Palpitations hushed proven futile.

Like the splendor of lightning
You captivate the watcher of Night
A lone tree on the beaches
Crushed and singed, O such a throbbing sight.

How bright was the flash,
Though fleeting it may have been?
Enough to sear the sand that covers
The gnarled roots of my dream?

I think not, however,
But we shall see.

Let your eyes close on me,
With each stroke of your brush
Swipe blindly at the stark white
Unaware, as always.

Let your tune dance on the quintet lines,
With each note of fine string
Echo within my void that
Gleams, with promise.

Fill me in, O you with nine tails,
Let your colours ooze upon my wounds
Of a skirmish long ago,
Of a skirmish long ago…

an empty pen feels lighter
without the heavy burden of thick
crimson ink;

invisible traces of memories follow
its path like a secret shared between road
and traveler,

drawing indiscernible swirls of emotion
which rise up towards a sky of
neverending grey,

condensing into burning tears,
dissolving what is left
within my soul.

A blade, so smooth, sharp,
Carves an intricate web of depth’s darknessness.
Whittling a bond of perfection, it wraps
A metallic snare of deceitfulness.

A glance, so swift, sure,
Drenches the chalice with Hope’s emptiness.
Pouring in thick red, it meets
A chilling mirror of silver.
Solidifying, marks a timeless gash of trust
Where upon subliming, Nothingness
Reflects for eternity upon silver’s surface.