Σάββατο 4 Μαρτίου 2017

In the nick of time

Now that the tide has gone
and the mountains of grey lost their steamy fragrance
Τhe day's grasp on the flicker of Time festered,
as if a myriad fugitive tears, trespassed in vain their earthly bounds.

And the night... the imperious night,
swindled the Earth's womb out of its warm plexus
and our fetal doom swapped its primeval cloture,
with the tiniest place among the stars

Now that the music has gone
and gravity sways frozen upon its own leap of faith...
i return home...
to find my unborn child, cling to its mold of gold

I sit on his lap of ash and clay... and i cry
I cry tears of penitence... and redemption
I sough... and sputter in inane vacuums of muted sounds
as if music was deprived of its sounding blessing

And then, i find you blossom for one last time,
inside the splinter of my petrified feet of clay my love
Now that you are here, in spirit and form
i am to be once more... loved... and unspoiled
You saved me... in the nick of time.

Original artwork: "i love it here", by "mirpiphotography"(Mirela Pindjak)
http://mirpiphotography.deviantart.com/
https://www.facebook.com/mirpiphotography/
http://mirpiphotography.blogspot.gr/



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