Monday, July 23, 2012

Sea Song

Simple silence,
Quiet screams,
Darkling dancers,
Weave livid dreams.
A distant drum,
Soft wind caress,
Loves lies scorned,
Unfaithful kiss.

Burning incense,
Colors dim,
Indian spice
That calls to him.
Churning waves
That feed desire,
Tides that turn
A sailor’s bier.

Rotting trees
Washed on shore.
Illusion gold
Worth fighting for.
Sell your soul
For scars of treason.
Leaves now falling
Out of season.

©2012, MLowe. All Rights Reserved.

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