In the Silence

Forgive the spirit of indolence

which paints the path so hollow.

Lady in white – scolding lips

in the faceless canvas of warm avow.

The silence of the raving moon

immures not the sickness of the incentive charm.

Although the nature of this being is to crawl

through the labyrinths of swelling flagstones,

its serpentine eyes still divine

through the veil of fancy mockery.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s