Verba Volant

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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