It will be dark here soon

It will be dark here soon

It will be dark here soon we will put aside no controversy of truth this I know what I mean and and still further perhaps to recollect

Not sure not sure not sure it is a circuitous argument but it is all and affirms the truth ,fearlessly afirms the truth

Time and Time or is it Space and more Space they seem of likewise importance as we become prominent in the eyes of the sky

silence is deep as brooding as death a gentle spirit or like a phantom who sits like a maniac silent elusive of memory caged in troubled air

I could play as with one-hundred possibilities of a musicians waves of deep hair in this dingy morality on candle of mirth incarnate flame

Rivers silver ,green and god roared as torrents rolling under the tongue and lips like herbs and flowers the dusty grass of sweet things

The naked heaven give a fluttering leaf or a snow flake hovering with a proud pride it is pure as a curtain and as quiet as all answers wild

Indefiniteness of smiles broken in this a faint glimmering flitting with a head down broken as a sculptured nun

Veils have strained the harp-strings one bright drop of sounds a dam of rivers broken and drifting the gatekeeper's crown to the side

Night falls like the shadowy form a tempest of memory and emotions stripped of hues , I stand under the wrath the cloud heavens slander's

My mind not swayed to the lampless or the sovereign moons that now rules the cold sea .Out of this ark comes thoughts growling steadfast

One meteor hits the pavements as the clear and pale serpent trods over the tongues of friends and foes alike like screaming birds hard

My eyes are as the thoughts of a green river that is a vase for proof of the master's face in this the weather cast the lightning as swords

good light and great rivers is a effighy but tattered in this my sky, visit at night by angels are short and far between morning returns

some strange rainbow has faded this my day, no tropical sun reaches out far this shadow like a sea upheaved by our stars set in motion

We dance in sunlight picturesque lost in the mountains doors ajar an itinerant vendor hope blinded by the storms faint cry his woe is dim

You all are encircled by the hunter and his hounds ,cold as the breath in the grave.We are the creaking doors in the complete unassisted


This a churchyard fashioned in the wind such splendor the straws are gold in the sunlight and the leaves are but shadows of a unseen power

struggling in the grasp of serpents in the grave of wasted hands they have gathered up the pouring oils of a threading dream now separated

Than I am pouring the roses on troubled waters in a deserts bloom only to die in the twilight garden, the scents strong as any current souls

limbs are not my mind as beaten to the ground without unaccountably curled cruelly scattered to pity expectancy with ambitions in marble

To be disillusioned speaking plainly is an idealist impossible detail, a higher compliment to hear out the prospect of great allowances

The honestly of the indignant , a little discouraged service to entirely glad to feel deeply about anything a opinion of mood in a way

I admire the extraordinary or the droll , should the like be to hear the nature of interest and time to utterly see the connfession of time

circumstances of consult of certainly it is displeases of objections and of definite minds eye reflected consequences of ludicrously wrong

What is trust ? but a sense of humor or very ungenerous dismal words of waiting , you can imagine anything is horrible or is pleasure

But let me confide the one-sided point of view the practical side of a too hardened moments circumstances of presumed misunderstanding sense

to accept the idea with the best wishes of a ravens wings on the sweet rain in summer,consider the moment a tremendous hazard of night side

The heart of the heat are but golden tints of a sunrise the sweet rain of tongues are on hard stones one gloomy undertakers night of shivers