Poet Of Awe

Being near but still so far
Walking deep into the mind
Dark chambers, secret closets
Moonlit nights in drunken waters

Undone chord dwelling still
In every touch of memory
Fallen mirrors, unlocked doors
Awakened fantasies are ready to go

In the end of the day every spark leads away
Haunting me back with a thought of home

Echoing halos in shadowing bars
Wished dreams played in heaven
Dwelling symphony of golden harps
Black light of piano lost lantern
Leading me into void
Caressed by silence enclosed in a coil
Of dreamless awe

Across the darkness of hopeless endeavour
I went to suffer in toil for a mortal soul
Embraced with dreamful hope, withering petal of love

Bewared by the ghost in the sea mirror
Awakened by nightingale’s song
Words of poet’s lore
Redeemed me into unframed dream of awe

Careless reality will curse you with the dark
Coiling around your heart
Drinking your soul for another play’s part
Until you let your demons live inside

In the end of the day every spark leads away
Haunting me back with a thought of home

Echoing halos in shadowing bars
Wished dreams played in heaven
Dwelling symphony of golden harps
Black light of piano lost lantern
Leading me into void
Caressed by silence enclosed in a coil
Of dreamless awe

Published by Linlin

Editor, poet, translator

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