Sweet and chaste White mist of dawn Tinseled dew glaze Blades of grass.. The day comes undone A pastel embraced rush Beguiling farewell to The silence of sleep. Midnight stars lull To the sun-struck lilts of birds Chrysanthemum clouds offer the moon A ride home.. On lyrical wings, gossamer. A floral wind takes shape In the green of leaves Air fills with breath of flowers I breathe into my dreams Feeling the unfolding of my soul I see your face draped by smiles Your smile warmer than the morning sun.
Death comes upon them Finite, infinite, definite Pain and loss huddle into A grieving mass of broken hope. Wondering what they did wrong.. When bombs drown their cries The blood wipes away their tears To be alive is to be broken To be alive is to be wounded That when they come from the sky They come from the ground They hit where it hurts the most Taking away what you love the most While the bigwigs sit and talk away at big tables Drinking from the cup of blood The universe is frightened And the stars wonder Why has man turned from human to beast?
Glow-worms glimmer as breaths succumb to night's ebon refrain Lyres of your telepathic wavelengths forever remain. Holorime/Holorhyme is a form of rhyme where two very similar sequence of sounds can form phrases composed of slightly or completely different words and with different meanings.