Dreaming of life
Dreaming of life
I saw in a grain of
pulsing minutes,
The shard of
electricity with grace,
And in the moment
of my wake,
Delirium embraced
the fading sounds.
Where are you
griving hour,
And why do you
succumb to fear,
Are not thy rusty children
near?
O, Mother Earth
your nephew Time,
Plays yet again
with drowning fire,
Constructing fear
and passing lovers.
You stand alone
deep in the darkness,
Without the candle of
salvation,
For Love, you
stubborn clay of whispers,
Dared to provoke
the mighty humans.
How could you trust
the emptiness?
The filthy morning
of despair that
In a second brought
Time’s shackels,
Scalping the magic
within farytales.
And now the world
begins to tremble
For yet again the
storm has come,
To grap the souls
of pattern-dreams;
The gateway to the
gold Apocalypse.