I exist in a place
Between darkness and dawn
My soul roams free in violet shades of a luscious lea
Where amber blooms cruise lavish trails
Dreams are verba volant
Draped on a woven harvest
My lips persimmon etched
My breath a springtime lustre
My eyes ache from unshed tears
Their depths captive
Uncertain
Afraid
Pained
Veni, vidi, vici..
A piquant zephyr flows from my fingers
Like a whispering light
Indulging the
Moonflowers hush in the soft misty air
Life lulls me a monologue of rhetoric
An opalescent fire that becomes my shelter
I become my shelter
My footsteps
The building blocks
Of flowering seedlings.
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