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Across the skies, darkness, the clouds weaved,
Busy like a bee a loom done its craft, unseen,
Each thread a whisper spun from dusk’s retreat,
Into which, as folds of shadowed silk, light dissolved.

Though dark, a velvet across the sky the loom stitched,
A hammock for stars to gently lie and sleep in peace,
When darkness in softness sang lullabies for stars to sleep,
Silence they seek and whispers of western winds I hear.

And to those whispers, my mind gently spoke,
About desires I chase who all left me unattainable,
And they echoed every syllable about the freedom of flight,
Oh’, darkness shown more than artificial lights ever could show.

And in every bit of those desires I saw I searched to see,
My hearing from the depths of space can hear,
The snores of the sleeping stars and lullabies of darkness,
Oh’, why not I see in my desires the beauty I want to surrender.

And the winds swirled around and took a tune from darkness,
And sang to me a song through my five senses I felt,
The meaning in the wonderfulness of life into my soul spread,
That said, she is not a desire of your mind or this material world.

She is now part of your soul; no creation of God can break apart.

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Oh’, hours fell after an unholy journey in our time,
Where in my mind patience built castles of pearls,
The beating of the heart like bells of wars restlessly rang,
Flames engulfed mind, as time into history unbound.

Unbalanced thoughts brought unbearable weight,
When uncared stood frustrations of neverending waiting
Like broken beads of rosary to idle time many fell,
Their graves, like leftover pebbles from a river, lay.

Their faces shattered into morning mist, their tales untold,
Seconds like atoms made molecules of minutes, unknown,
My time like a leaf floating and sat on branches of trees unknown,
Ah’, soul in a body and body led by idle paced time, revolted.

Emptiness stood in all its beauty when to seize the glory of love,
The void stretched in might of time and space though I ran,
All my running, just another act of my eternal waiting,
Oh’, soul’s screams, none heard, as deeper the pain went.

Reality unfolded as the illusion around dried dead and fell,
Tears left eyes and cheerful smiles adorned my face,
At times I soared on wings of passion of unknown might,
To make each moment of waiting for you a beacon of light.

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Month: April 2025

From A Desire

Flameless Inferno.