Wednesday 26 February 2020

Last Chance of Bliss: A Poem.

Watching my dreams
in flows & ebbs
full moon sighs in mist
tapers rooted in love, thus.

I succumb to screams
of silence; silken webs,
promises of you exist
in memories of us
Beloved crossroads sear
& burn like cubebs,
as gnarled twists
of aching abyss.

In drifting twilight, I disappear
into clouding cobwebs
my soul pleads, & persists
one last chance of bliss.

Image 1: Rosie Hardy
Image 2: My Modern Met.

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