Saturday, November 26, 2005

Conscious Breath


Forged in rolling seas of dreams
The mystic well resides.
Dancing thoughts ride torrent streams
Where imagination hides.
Frozen skies and neon clouds
Carry words in crystal rain.
Faces wearing waves like shrouds
Swallow wayward ships of pain.
Home to endless echoes,
One feeble twisted howl.
Eyes shift under sweating lids,
Satan's breath wreaks foul.
Playground to these hollow hearts
Of Angels wandering lost.
Trade your soul for wicked wants
And Heaven be the cost.
I walk outside my lucid skin,
My waking thoughts return.
I feel the sting of evil's tongue,
The conscious breath does burn.

1 Comments:

Blogger LB said...

This is beautiful. I have missed reading your poetry. Laurie

3:05 PM  

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