A Poem by DepthWriter

...bring the wishes, and whispers to the cresting sea, and watch as they somersault through amber tinted skies...

Rays of tin plated suns
shine above, through
the feathery clouds,
a time almost forgotten...
by the people, the fingers
who allowed the diamond
glittery sand to stream through
the breeze...Halo wrapped curls
woven around the sphere's of love...

The first time- I detected you, your heart
hunkered in an old corner, of a
window-less room, sheets of glass
poured from your brown eyes...
hitting the coolness of weather-beaten
floors, a mind that had collapsed above...

The folds of your eyes, wrinkled out,
like an old time carving, a sculpture left
to diminish under the radiator of the solar
...its' shades drip-dry, injured by the sky
the first time, I lifted your chin to mine
looking deeply, within your black vale...

I saw long drawn out journey's, flattened
by weeping lashes, underneath the capillaries
of your soul... hidden within its' own sentimental
...Your life, its' contents excavated under the
the unsteady flame of yesteryear's utterances
waiting for what will be presented next time...

Charmed by your character; the strengths that
develop each time- you step onto the wetness of a
stale ground...grinding, clawing your way through
below the jewel paint, strata, and layers moving
stitching its mind upon pacifying, piquant waves of a sea
that no longer lives... yet, you, the interceptor support...

Tomorrow will be here soon, as you sleep mutely, on
dreams stalk, its bravery out weighs the completion of
beauteous, an existence-Some things are meant to be grasped
close... while, other events are to be lasting, to be set atop
the key in the showering sky, and your soul will fly, soaring
heavyweights of silent wishes, bringing out the whispers
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© 2012 DepthWriter

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Added on February 14, 2012
Last Updated on February 14, 2012



Hague, NY

I have been writing for five-years, been through hell and back. My writing has evolved from rhyme, to depth... a profound deepness for all things around me. I believe as writers, we all must be able.. more..