PhorIndicator
Bluelighter
A resonating empty presence has come to fill a voidless space.
It comes at night and after hours, it comes and
Brings its faceless face.
It’s solitude when hope is dormant,
Solemnity and silence still
It enters through the windowsill
It passes like an autumn season
Its quiet lull’s a mask of reason
The wind could be its carrier
But it is not its messenger
Dreams and visions upon hilltops
Sunsets Beauty Despair
Ringing truly when you gaze
Or daydream in wistful haze
The emptiness that lies within
The world makes known in subtle ways
But it exists and it persists
So clandestine, so ominous
Such irony fused with listlessness
Spirit of Apathetic Charm
Moves through Time like ocean tides
Like a digital clock with no alarm
Gliding through souls it briefly hides
To return to wind where it abides
Wandering restless o’er Time’s tides
It comes at night and after hours, it comes and
Brings its faceless face.
It’s solitude when hope is dormant,
Solemnity and silence still
It enters through the windowsill
It passes like an autumn season
Its quiet lull’s a mask of reason
The wind could be its carrier
But it is not its messenger
Dreams and visions upon hilltops
Sunsets Beauty Despair
Ringing truly when you gaze
Or daydream in wistful haze
The emptiness that lies within
The world makes known in subtle ways
But it exists and it persists
So clandestine, so ominous
Such irony fused with listlessness
Spirit of Apathetic Charm
Moves through Time like ocean tides
Like a digital clock with no alarm
Gliding through souls it briefly hides
To return to wind where it abides
Wandering restless o’er Time’s tides
