(no subject)
"Malice Garden"
He wept with un-parted eyes,
The crystalline drops
Fell upon a collection
Of ruins he had forged.
The eminence of ones personal Atlantis,
Subdued by ash and tide
And salty waves washing over sorrow.
He ponders above, contemplates below
From an outer realm of focus,
His former grandeur of fractions
Beneath a sea he swims in slumber,
Like a resident of Pompeii
Given life in modern time
Returning back to scavenge remains,
“Here was my home,
This is where she kneeled as she prayed…”
My Atlantis, my home in Pompeii,
She’s buried in her commitment to him,
As I continue gathering water for the sea,
Weathering stone for the ruin,
He will manifest brilliant remains…
He wept with un-parted eyes,
The crystalline drops
Fell upon a collection
Of ruins he had forged.
The eminence of ones personal Atlantis,
Subdued by ash and tide
And salty waves washing over sorrow.
He ponders above, contemplates below
From an outer realm of focus,
His former grandeur of fractions
Beneath a sea he swims in slumber,
Like a resident of Pompeii
Given life in modern time
Returning back to scavenge remains,
“Here was my home,
This is where she kneeled as she prayed…”
My Atlantis, my home in Pompeii,
She’s buried in her commitment to him,
As I continue gathering water for the sea,
Weathering stone for the ruin,
He will manifest brilliant remains…