Recollection

As the drum pounds, 

A haunting, rolling voice resounds.

Melancholy utterings to a powerfully soft collision.

Illustrates a dreamscape, 

A sepia tone vision.

A craving for solace burns like napalm,

It's the storm before the calm.

A flood of soundwaves descends on unsettled cinders.

Now only untainted, swirling choruses linger.

Sinking through skin, 

Embedding in bone,

Gravitating towards another time zone.

Eloquently spiralling through memories into a past,

Distantly unreal, 

Yet distinctly well known.

C.Siân

Reviews

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~ wow...
~ amazing... just amazing...
~ "A craving for solace burns like napalm" is unforgettable...
~ very surreal...