Let us suspend our time together.
Provided the sun rays
will still touch this cracked orb;
Of disillusion of tightly webbings,
flushed in ambivalence.
Bring me back into memories that soar above what satisfies in the night.
We are bits of surreal between fossilized markings of an antique sculptured land.
We bleed out, suffuse our ideals
in rhythmic red.
Your perfect sound
meets my silent presence.
Throbbing in the wind
under the archway,
rocking back the night.
I love the rhythm in this piece, and i love that last sentence. Sounds like it could be a title to a collection of work.
Lovely symbolism!
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Thank you Sir Mark! 🙂 it almost read …”pushing back the night.” But the rocking held meaning for the title.
I love the idealistic twin soul love. You can have many soul mates in many reincarnations. But the rare one twin soul is completely awesome.
“My mirrored twin, my next of kin,
I’ve know you in my sleep,
And who but you would take me in,
A thousand kisses deep.” Leonard Cohen
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Such a wonderful image, and one i subscribe to also. Pushing back the night is good also, maybe you could use that in another. Waste not, want not 🙂
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Yeah, I’ll have to fit it into something.
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🙂
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