Losing touch
4-5 April 2016

Caring much
Flames in heart a pyre
Soul outlet
Part regret
Equal portions of the two
The fear, the desire
Climb higher
Mountains may have peaks
Yet they stare
Into clouds
Solace a vision of shrouds
On heavenly frame
Call my name
In whirling waters
Abyss stares
Into skies
In between a string of lies
Man-made disasters
I fly free
The heart in throbbing
Holds the key
To kingdoms
There are castles in the air
Between mind and flair
Implosion
Internal order
Aligned streams
Path of dreams
The world less than what it seems
Dissolving matter
Rays scatter
Remnants of the fear
Scorching suns
Raise the bar
Feet walking on liquid tar
Roads of redemption
Losing touch
Recollections void
Nothingness
A slow spin
Neither lose nor ever win
Souls in between worlds
Reading of the poem:

Beauty King – The White Birch
Riot – The White Birch
New Kingdom – The White Birch
Love is so real – The White Birch