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An endless,
unattainable
Sea of Stars
undulated slightly,
almost silently,
through
the Moorlands skies.
If only its quietness
wasn't constantly broken
by a floating myriad
of obsidian wings
capturing every light
to cover their bareness
on the eerie night.
Leaving the dark
darker...
all known
and unknown winds
were woken
betrayed
by their own secrets.
Unearthing ghosts
that once had a heart
beating like mine
such is the majesty
of their murmurous
stirring
the mirrored waters.
So they will be as my eyes
momentarily dried
no rain
shall fall
from them
not even any drop
of the dawning dew.
Fragmented filaments
veiled and mixed within
the fabric of the Elements
will slowly yet relentlessly
invade the atmosphere
of my dreams
where I will be dormant and lost.
Undescribable are now
the thoughts that once were mine
untenable is my soul to wear
slidering into the long shadows
testimony the end of stars, these last words,
I sculpt on the basalt where I was born
certainly they too will eventually disappear.
*K
MARCH
*Y
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unattainable
Sea of Stars
undulated slightly,
almost silently,
through
the Moorlands skies.
If only its quietness
wasn't constantly broken
by a floating myriad
of obsidian wings
capturing every light
to cover their bareness
on the eerie night.
Leaving the dark
darker...
all known
and unknown winds
were woken
betrayed
by their own secrets.
Unearthing ghosts
that once had a heart
beating like mine
such is the majesty
of their murmurous
stirring
the mirrored waters.
So they will be as my eyes
momentarily dried
no rain
shall fall
from them
not even any drop
of the dawning dew.
Fragmented filaments
veiled and mixed within
the fabric of the Elements
will slowly yet relentlessly
invade the atmosphere
of my dreams
where I will be dormant and lost.
Undescribable are now
the thoughts that once were mine
untenable is my soul to wear
slidering into the long shadows
testimony the end of stars, these last words,
I sculpt on the basalt where I was born
certainly they too will eventually disappear.
*K
MARCH
*Y
© copyright of KAY MARCH - All Rights Reserved.
English version of my poem "Deslizando"
© All Copyrights Reserved.
You may not post, modify or reproduce any of
my artworks without my written authorization.
It turned to be a cascade of seven stanzas - a long structure, it was completed in this form
to serve a purpose as my friend asked to perform on "The End of Days" poetry session.
© All Copyrights Reserved. You may not post, modify or reproduce any of
my artworks without my written authorization.
It turned to be a cascade of seven stanzas - a long structure, it was completed in this form
to serve a purpose as my friend asked to perform on "The End of Days" poetry session.
© 2017 - 2024 Kay-March
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What a powerful and Beautiful poem.
If only its quietness
wasn't constantly broken
by a floating myriad
of obsidian wings
capturing every light
to cover their bareness
on the eerie night.
