(no subject)
Ink blots upon paper,
as inspiration left
for a tea break.
Day dreams fly loosely
like the flitting clouds
on a windy nights sky;
uncollected nuances
of my imagination.
The silent gaze of
the ominous moon
belies upon
dark insomniatic nights; -
whisperings of childhood memoirs,
love making between
chaotic images of the present.
The silent drone of creatures
plague me by nightfall.
Twirling seas of smoke
filtered between the
sweet humid air of anticipation,
creates the image of
nothingness.
as inspiration left
for a tea break.
Day dreams fly loosely
like the flitting clouds
on a windy nights sky;
uncollected nuances
of my imagination.
The silent gaze of
the ominous moon
belies upon
dark insomniatic nights; -
whisperings of childhood memoirs,
love making between
chaotic images of the present.
The silent drone of creatures
plague me by nightfall.
Twirling seas of smoke
filtered between the
sweet humid air of anticipation,
creates the image of
nothingness.