Κυριακή 27 Αυγούστου 2017

Bond

My sweet child... the one I used to love 
In tempest... in sky so blue... and beyond 
I remember now... when the Earth kissed the grass 
And the well of being forged its mysterious grasp 
I could see clearly... I could feel somehow  
Us, being bound in dream... and fate... forever 
Always to be found everywhere in doom... as ever 
But even if our sorrow passes through Time and affection 
We stand alone... and in unison we strive... together

Courtesy of ©nikgml




Original artwork, provided by Johanna Knauer/Kunstfotografie(Enaston on deviantArt)

Πέμπτη 24 Αυγούστου 2017

Senses in Death

A blue sense, hidden from life's corrupted lens 
Time has changed, in the blink of the eye 
A yellow rose gnawed on my ill bones 
A stiff sentiment of void and perdition, 
like a thousand waves, drown from afar 
I can feel somehow your presence in the dark 
And I sway... like a myriad of stars astray 
And I pray... only to succumb in mother Earth's woe 
It feels once more, like rain... 
tilted in devotion... waiting to salute death's strain.

Courtesy of ©nikgml


Original artwork, courtesy of Johanna Knauer/Kunstfotografie(Enaston on deviantArt)