His voice trembled like violin notes
Floating across buried civilizations
Gliding along ancient weary brooks
Within whispers of heavy wind
His presence the essence of old earth
Of messages preserved in a bottle
By lives of cold and dark winters
That golden warm skies never knew
His scent like moonlight on my skin
Of wild flowers and turbulent tides
That lingers in autumn night air
Whispering stories of hopeful sighs
His eyes sang of shadows and light
Soaked in sorrows of delight
Drowning moments old and new
Painting my existence with a crimson hue!
Floating across buried civilizations
Gliding along ancient weary brooks
Within whispers of heavy wind
His presence the essence of old earth
Of messages preserved in a bottle
By lives of cold and dark winters
That golden warm skies never knew
His scent like moonlight on my skin
Of wild flowers and turbulent tides
That lingers in autumn night air
Whispering stories of hopeful sighs
His eyes sang of shadows and light
Soaked in sorrows of delight
Drowning moments old and new
Painting my existence with a crimson hue!
A very very very good work! Infact I think it would be one of your best compositions till date! Thoroughly loved the entire work, especially the second stanza.
ReplyDeleteWhat you have managed to do very well is make a brilliant concoction of ideas and images. You make us see the world you paint in faint musky tones as if seeing it through a veil, and yet startlingly clear and bright. You paint a world in broad strokes of ideas and images and paint it crimson with your mastery of rhyme, meter, and rhythm so that the entire piece flows like a beautiful poem which it is, in a style that is characteristic of your writing.
Loved it completely! Keep up the awesome work!
Intense! :)
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