Cold
Is all I feel
Three winds, haunting
Whispering over my skin
Like nine hostile feathers they hum
I breathe-my chest rises and falls
As touch translates to music
And still air trembles
Till all I hear
Is silence
Wish
I dare not make
For quiet is wisdom
When only darkness listens
With bated breath, stalking its prey
I breathe-one shadow of movement
And murder the trickling cry
Let water flow, silent
Till gone, at last
The spectre
Wait
Is all that's left
Drowning the numbers
As time blurs past and present
Melancholy, what floats and swims
I breathe-the water fills my lungs
Washing, weeping, sinking
Alone and drifting
Till empty eyes
See death
Say!
I must find you
Among dancing stars
That shatter my mournful night
Or stray, lost in waves of phantoms...
I breathe-my soul becomes undone
Flies, limitless, for one last time
For I can only dream
Till love rebounds
In life
YOU ARE READING
Prison of Stone
Poetryʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ғʟʏ ᴀᴡᴀʏ, ɪ ᴍᴜsᴛ ᴄᴀᴘᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs ᴀɴᴅ ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢs ᴀɴᴅ ʙɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ sᴏɴɢ. One journey from the depths of the sea to the edges of the universe. One life that takes us in a thousand different directions yet leaves us chained as we tr...
