Immortal beginnings.

We are all ghosts in time's eye

to become all but relics

belonging to some long dead yesterdays.

I, soon will be asleep

dreaming of women

in long flowing

see through dresses.

But maybe it's just an inspiration

of becoming a vampire,

or an apparition of thoughts

flowing from mind's empty sockets

walking the crooked mile

to the haunted inn

where all good spirits are bottled.

Reviews

[Ardra]

or an apparition of thoughts
flowing from mind's empty sockets
walking the crooked mile
to the haunted inn
where all good spirits are bottled....

mmmm :)
but we do live like we are guaranteed tomorrows.. not like souls who have no clue when its their last min. isnt it.. maybe if it was so we would not waste it away...
we would like every min. enjoying life...living ..making the correct decisions...
i guess we always hope tomorrow will be better...but who knows..what tomorrow holds for us..

mmm very nicely done... i liked the usage of the words...the way you have strung them together to make a beautiful poem :)

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you very much Ardra