psycosynthesis
Bluelighter
What is it that his mind
Searches for,
Bound with black desire?
Another's past, viewed in
The smoke of this
Funeral pyre.
Another's wish, some other's
Kiss left like
Blisters on full lips.
Another's dream, miasma haze.
Voice unseen I left on the page,
From which you turned, sight
Un-heard, into some other day.
He will find you again,
So we can begin
Our prior reconstruction.
What is it that his soul
Longs for, desolate dreams
Of the day?
Another's bliss, drowned in
An edge of soft mist.
The warning signs he missed.
From blisters to ashes to a kiss.
A trinity of love, birth and lust.
He will find you again,
So we can begin,
To re-construct.
What you left behind,
The plateaus you climbed
Nail marks in granite like
Road-signs.
Why has he followed, for this
Era of erratic epiphanies?
The pills that she swallowed,
For estatic eternities.
Why does he return,
To scripts interred
They were buried for a reason.
Searches for,
Bound with black desire?
Another's past, viewed in
The smoke of this
Funeral pyre.
Another's wish, some other's
Kiss left like
Blisters on full lips.
Another's dream, miasma haze.
Voice unseen I left on the page,
From which you turned, sight
Un-heard, into some other day.
He will find you again,
So we can begin
Our prior reconstruction.
What is it that his soul
Longs for, desolate dreams
Of the day?
Another's bliss, drowned in
An edge of soft mist.
The warning signs he missed.
From blisters to ashes to a kiss.
A trinity of love, birth and lust.
He will find you again,
So we can begin,
To re-construct.
What you left behind,
The plateaus you climbed
Nail marks in granite like
Road-signs.
Why has he followed, for this
Era of erratic epiphanies?
The pills that she swallowed,
For estatic eternities.
Why does he return,
To scripts interred
They were buried for a reason.
