A.M.A Poem by getinthecarpleaseNight flourishes in a veil of city lights jewels of night, flickering lights, gleaming bright Silently acting in the prism refracting their spite and lost in traveling dreams to the altar of night.
Gazing over streets, strewn across the towers. Winds shriek for hours in pale winter showers, a vent releases its warming scent to scour the haunting view of this gilded flower.
Weep for the ghost, the drunkard toast whose spectral light wanders the night searching the surface, shining in white, grasping the door and looking across the floor for some form of reminder or memory. we’re lost in the lights of a beautiful night
Whose is the soul climbing to their Tintagel, clasping their blade from a sparkling glade? Whose is the body emerging from the dream? A silhouette of a moonlit dame in her floral frame, icicle tears and their melting peers. and so it was that the lights exit at dawn. © 2019 getinthecarplease |
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Added on January 8, 2016 Last Updated on December 31, 2019 Author
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