Remembrances flash into being
Candles dancing to their frenetic rhythm
Little pockets of static lifeforms
Reaching cataclysmic placidity
Until a wave tears open the veil
A river of electrons pierces the gate
Bolts shimmer in their wake
Threads unravel in countless streams
Tremors rattle in the ground below
Seas churn as the blood runs cold
In light she wears a troubled face
A woman of class, that she is
At dawn, she lingers by a thread
But you’ll lose her by daybreak
Lest you chase the Night with all your might
Yet here I am, planted in her chariot
Forever wreathed in divine majesty
Or perhaps that’s just a dream
Of mine. Who knows? Between you and me
I’ll fade in the dawn too if you’ll believe
Leave a comment