Restless trestle

macrame songstress
you weep your lyrics
when rain leaps from
the lip and dances
on its tip

and cool fragrance
I can inhale in intake
thought

the swirl of the world
of night cool like
a touch
in fevered pace

trace your nail longevity
down the wall of spine
bent in repose
the lurid shine from
the lamp

stretching visions
on your flesh
as you speak fancies

from your favourite place

Love us want us
the night cries
continous
and strokes us in its
want

— Esker, Apr 20, 2010

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Region, Country: north ontario, CAN

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Esker

16 years 1 month ago

hot warmth

what is it when your soul is shipwrecked and the mermaid with the smile lifts your eyes cast down in deep while sunshines cascades round her innocence like a halo you want to breath in the deep and drown but you climb for there is a song she sings that you must hear and if you can if you hold on your voice can have the harmony the ruin of life has taken its almost there you can feel her sitting with you almost..........

Esker

16 years 1 month ago

One time

a freind was a violinst with the symphony and i thought Oh how people are like this souls struck with the right friction the right tension to make the soul sing the imagination waver and catch the light like raindrops making prism of the sight I listen to Yo Yo Ma and pianists and like a freind once told me "words are power expressions" and notes are like this vibrating through our physical to reach the imaginative power too today the sun sings to me and birds are talking there is a softness that I desire yes my freind "words are power"