Softer Shades

So where have those softer eyes been hiding, black shades, spearing gods of mind, torn wings on life-scented leaves, sweetly gathering, a ship of twilight and moon's ghost where you bathe. I think of you in waves, born from the undercurrent, days so far from linen and vastly asleep wrapped in summer''s tint, you are the bridge beneath the stone, the color that falls from words, too lost for green-silver creatures, too young to understand the heritage of a breeze, go and forest your wounds, come back tomorrow, tomorrow you’ll find me, banned and buried with only these mountains and old winters to recall 

Author's Note

Reviews

[Lara]

This is quite beautiful, perdition. It has lyricism and tenderness.
I like this.

[Perdition]

Thank you, Lara...I have moved to another station but will return time to time to the Mothership, so to speak. Your words are a welcome reminder of this home long ago. Smiles ~

[Ms claws]

Oh, Perdition, in dealing with a new friend, I though of what you once wisely answered after I made a personal request, you said, "Do you really want to take that chance?"
Gosh, the wisest words! I've avoided much negativity with those words. Thanks, friend.
This writing, Softer Shades, attracted me as soon as I jetted here to check out what's currently going on with you.
As always, you have such smooth style, class and finesse, such a poet. oh my, and SRV too.

[Perdition]

I said what to who?…snickering. There does come with time a chance worthy enough or a risk that heals in pain. I’ve made few and too many to say that I myself know better but stay the poet and be that course of something real enough that we can all hold onto, in time we’ll all know the difference for what is one without the other. You are as always the words that ease~

[Ms claws]

@Perdition "Spearing gods of the mind..."
No words have ever been more true.
The true map to resolute,
ever before me...
I seek only to touch the hem,
to graze the majestic
and so
I do.

[Perdition]

Now don't go seek for sanity's sake, young lady~The greatest fear I've ever known is the pulse of sanity within. A test of the so-called majestic, as you put it, we are falling stars bound to the wounds as into more, and nothing besides. If done right, of course..

[Ms claws]

@Perdition o.m.g. ...o.m.g. ...even your comments are poetic. merci