The fermenting bowl of unripe thoughts

Month: March, 2014

Lighthouse or when we met

Tattered curtains aflame

and I, the broken sill

a scene to frame

white tipped waves crashed


on unsuspecting shores

Your timbre was my refuge

A madness I could comprehend

A paracosm to explore



 I set fire to the only pristine forest left untouched in my desert landscape. I must burn.

Forgive me for my ashes.

Forgive the skeleton remains, remnants from the flame. I knew no other way.

I knew no other way.

Even the ghosts of cities resplendent must bury themselves.

Bury my shame.

Bury the shroud of my wreckage in the memorial of ancient seas

and please,

please forgive me

I cannot rise without your love for me