At The Side Of My Shadow
The solvent lien beyond a tired applause, oh, I hope, and I wish,
that the star may inflame the wrist of an unrecalled gleam
the mask of a solid touch.
Slipped one's old memory,
to sink beneath,
and see the maze of a sting
through serious years and jiffs of childish plays and visionary daydreams.
The pile of a fruitful oath,
the match of a challenged truth
awaiting final for the response of an ordeal approved
yearning the weight of a carcass' blue.
The tedious lapse of a glim
and a hasty ferocity,
in mentions of a widowed realm,
a passion for a ridge
hiding from pressure a tale of a solitary queen.
Up ahead in the distance,
a chaplet of gold, a divided crowd.
A hopeless tree.
A sign of the whistles in a legendary scree.
Amongst the dark cloud.
Like a cold remembrance of her departed skin,
a lie was a game
as ties in her soul's fence came to release,
like a limit that was closed to shrieks of a hollow.
And the poisoned cliff.
Avid resolves,
like that of a silenced boar
within the mire,
toast a white wine,
between the glide
pliable risk of a lone wanderer
to feed the torch and desires.
Alone, deserted,
forsaken by the honored tribe of love and gratitude.
Compiling while a narrow march comes raging,
like the cry of a furious infant before his sleeping hour.
At the side of my empty shadow,
I found her edible.
I found her anew.
To climb the regions of a lost smile to get renewed.