And if I caress the edges of your thoughts,
Will you return in a fog like a lonely ghost,
Hoping to haunt the bones of a lover you
Lost somewhere in the mountain valley
Where the river shifts into its own mist?
.
I would bet every twilight dream I have
That you yearn to be nothing more to me
Than a nebulous dream, a stellar nursery
Crafting something cosmic and eternal
In the empty void of space in my thoughts.
.
What is going on in the halls of your mind?
I think I can hear the clatter of knives
Falling to the floor in mock surprise that you
Tore the world apart with your bare hands
And slippery little midnight embraces.
.
Did I lay the stone tile on those floors
Stretching from the depth of you onward,
Or did I light the wick of a very old candle
Ready and eager to burn through the library
Holding the best pieces of you down?
About the Creator
Silver Daux
Writer of the dark! Think of it like flipping rocks, the weird little stories underneath are my jam and jelly. Jam and butter? Just jam. Absolutely no use of AI in any of my works :)
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