An incessant, deathless bridge, writing,
Some forbidden paths, some thirsty streams,
Some half grown spring, some winter dreams.
A mild thread weaving me,
twining us, on the canvas, a myriad.
Question it, for it embraced the answers,
deep and hollow,
some jaded reflections and many divine promises.
The marbled ignorance can’t fade its music
No dark can seduce its ravings
Fall down in the lap
Indulge in the fountain and flow
When you meet, meet in the eyes
Incense the time and run your scent, see
It moulds the tale
It heals the pain
Slithering on the wry, homage to fearless,
erasing velvet lies, drying wrath vines.
Sorrows escaped out, vanished