LightLeak

A silent timber trails
Where footsteps laden wept
A restless soul traces
With tears of love and remorse
She follows his every word
A shadow this will always be
Smokey eyes and needled spines
Begin submersing death through time
Diffuse the sonata, where hope suites waste
A melancholy cuisine within the steamy folds of thoughts
Circumference.
Blast through delicacy, into flamboyance.
Alas, a constant.