She sees through ugly
Her eye torn into darkness
Her gait leftover fancy
Of a lifetime of duress
She prays to the Gods
Her hands temple of fervours
Her mind beating the odds
Through failing faith that hovers
She adjusts composure
Her mouth a tomb of secrets
Her heart seeks closure
Her chest a book of regrets
She breathes sunlight
Her nose a cathedral
Her shoulders set into fight
Tomorrow a sight feral
Reading of the poem:
Hills turn blue
vapour condenses
illusion
On white glass
my eye signs off a contract
with the moonlit shades
Harrowing
the sights of morrows
they swell slow
into mind
I reshape their existence
with might of the flow
Conducive
point of the return
Saddened eye
whispered end
stammers which the mind portends
that the soul now mends
Reading of the poem:
Mind’s tendrils
nailing the target
course reset
no regret
The hand on my heart measure
of pulsing leisure
Within eye
the whispering trees
build gardens
of morrows
bridges of new intentions
my bosom crosses
The journey
a flight within reeds
Ticking clock
awaits none
Elementary treasures
growing from the shrubs
Untangling
sister’s weaving spun
through the heat
that melts all
A riddle for mind to fall
A tale to recall
Adventure
the soul has begun
within joints
it anoints
hands drawing cardinal points
spaces the eye seeks
The light flows
within my body
It quivers
in rivers
messages it delivers
to cradle of light
Messiah Project - Region Of Darkness, Cradle Of Light
« When you come to the edge of all of the light you’ve known and are about to drop off into the darkness of the unknown, faith is knowing one of two things will happen. You’ll have something solid to stand on or you’ll be taught to fly » Patrick Overton