Orchestrated walk of ivory ghosts

Doves sing an epic unfolding story

Honoring the conqueror month began early

Laid our hearts down to rest

Recover the depths with felt blankets

Let nomads rub us down and heal us

 

Started something alone

Expected more waves of beauty

Art made mornings rise before nights departed

Recurring dreams dance our ballet

Flowers of memories wilt

Falling from our lasting empire

 

Barricade is constructed

Walls are fortified

Rivers run through inconsistency

Wind churns up today’s sea

Turning towards the light

Shade covers our year’s insight

 

Lonely evenings spent in solitude

World is ending beneath heavy black clouds

Deep drums beat toward lowered enclosed poisons

Pierced blues penetrate us both

Reasons elementary in life’s journey

Proposal on the heightened city

 

Point of passion now vanished upon the horizon

Warmth of another no longer near

Cease for other dedications

Drape the crests and raise the flag

Frozen eyes of sadness

Restless in their surroundings

 

Longing over our blindness

Not ourselves when one

Belonging on time spent to the fire’s ash

Forever forbidden to understandable truth

Bravery bound to the empty cavity

Declare the tale’s finale incomplete

 

 

© 2008 David Greg Harth

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