Entangled Whispers In The Depth
Down below in the desolate depth,
As far as the eye forgathers with the dreadful curse,
Horizons open and split the earth.
Spectral sombre lights envisage their rebirth.
I sense the arrival
Of pernicious invisibles,
Of entangled whispers in the depth.
A plague of unborn emerges out of summoned tides.
A never dying fever?
Fear My Hatred
Faces - hidden faces,
Be sure - no one hears your cries.
I was born in times of hatred,
Moments - hours regret lies.
My insane hate inside is growing.
No regression [I foresee].
Fear breeds in your scent of dying.
Fear - my hatred is your destiny.
Mesmerized - hidden inside.
Fallen through endless corridors
Until finally black turned to white.
Descended aeons after aeons
Nigh to the end of all life cycles.
Memorials of reflective times.
Creatures manipulating prophetic signs.
On A Scar's Edge To Infinity
Arriven under a frigorific sun.
Nebulae cause a sudden inroad of cold weather.
Here I stand on a scar's edge to infinity.
Merely one step afar.
Winds - seize my spirit - set me free.
Never-dying I will be,
Dewdrops down along my finger-tips I see.
Decennaries left behind,
When I behold my unconscious mind.
Scattered To The Four Winds
Impassioned like svelte sylphes we fly.
Carried by perpetual circles of seasons.
Aside to wind and breath - the archetype symbols.
Now dispersed we are.
Up to the solar shrine - to pass the archways divine!
One cold inhale to leave the pale - the ephemeral.
Set ablaze our sensory pleasure.
Shapes Of The Pursuers
From time immemorial light touches soil
As the sun sinks into the underworld.
Drags along spiritual ascension,
Divests shelter of the innocent.
Shivering I gaze
Upon the flickering nightshades.
Silhouettes whisper the forthcoming decease.
Hence - you shapes of the pursuers!
Skywards - A Sylphe's Ascension
Unbound the aerial sylphe ascends.
From all-devouring abyss to the upper world.
Soars - to infinite spheres unseen.
Seraphically finger's towering tree-tops.
Divides all the blackened skies.
Turns past the everlasting eclipse.
To the sun - the source of life.
Spirits & senses - drag me up
The Seventh Sunray Enlights My Pathway
...Restless I seek
For unfathomable spheres of invisible light.
Sombre sources lead me astray,
Allure me into the night.
"The exhausted vagrant on his path to perdition"
Echoes of my past life I despise.
The cycle of seasons on this surface motionless lies.
Away - relieve me from the origin!