I exist in a place
Between darkness and dawn
My soul roams free in violet shades of a luscious lea
amber blooms cruise lavish trails
Dreams are verba volant
Draped on a woven harvest
Of persimmon etched lips
My breath a springtime lustre
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 my quintessence
Moonflowers hush in the soft misty air
Life lulls me a monologue of rhetoric
I take refuge in an opalescent fire that burns my soul
my footsteps:
building blocks of flowering seedlings
yaskhan 