moonlit beach

Voices in the Static

VOICES IN THE STATIC

 

Voices in the static

the moon so familiar now

to these transfixed eyes

a beacon

of brighter and radiant myths

foretelling of a distant salvation

 

I live here

in this illuminated garden

of stolen minds

 

The wind comes to me

like an ocean of serpents

 

they do not really speak

their eyes are chasms

cauldrons of the night’s fathomless obscurity

 

If I awaken

what a blessing

enraptured  with silent shores

that sea that is more real to me

 

where solitudes and islands

lay beyond

 

 

 

 

 

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