Dominion of dusk
Navy blue, fading out to black
Inky shapes
A shadowy expanse
Mind dancing with the dark
Eyes playing tricks
Quickening the heart
Fear imparts a rush
Waking dream
Dominion of dusk
Tag Archives: Dark
Through fields of mirrored glass
Into the forest looking back
Into fractional space
Glimpse disjointed memories
Slivers of light in the dark
Needle points
Leading in to the heart
Transfixed
Idle time
Light dancing in the dark
The candle burns
Wax drips in fits and starts
Sputtering
Tendrils of gray smoke
Rays of flame
Drawing me in close
Moth with ashen wings
Fluttering
Immolation soon complete
Heat and Pressure
Flashes ephemeral
Jewels of glass, set upon my brow
Concentration
Perspiration is my crown
Ruling over visions
Extracting diamonds from within
Pressure forming stones that glisten
Reflecting light most dim
Beauty juxtaposed to coal black origins
The many facets, faces looking back
Telling a history of life beneath the cracks
Ages passed before emergence
Heat
Pressure
Making diamonds in the darkness
Mourning Light
Sweet air, thick and sticky
Another humid summer morning
Small beads of sweat, like dew drops adorning
Dancing on your skin in the early shine
Evaporating quickly
Thrown into the fire
Perspire
Porphyria takes a grip
Burning, sudden pain
Hold to shade
Leave lamps unlit
Fearing its’ presence
Longing for the night
Spend Apollo’s hours
Mourning the light
Sudden
Nothing seems to come on slow
Suddenly, most things go
Coming out of shadows
How can so much surprise lay in waters shallow?
Callow in the ways
I drift through murky waters I can’t navigate
I never stray to shore
Land doesn’t carry
The current moves me forward
Sure, there’s less control
Life on this dark river takes the burden off your soul
The Study
There is a place I like to dwell, deep within my mind
A reflection of myself in a room from distant times
Walls lined with weathered books of dark, romantic verse
Curtains always tightly drawn
The sun is my one curse
Thirsting ever for more oil, a lamp burns on the desk
All is dark and silent only when I rest my pen
No bed do I keep, for sleep is truly sacred
I prefer the cold, hard floor
Less likely to be tainted
Stained by bitter passion
Memories are swept away by the coming and the passing
Nothing’s lasting in the study of my mind
Everything in this dim light can play tricks on the eye
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