Friday, July 19, 2013

untitled #3

the night carves out iridescent verse
amidst stormy collisions of the soul
in a soliloquy with the rainsmith.

with piano toned and lilted lyrics
from moonshine puddles
'twixt silences which make leaves rustle.

till reality rings out
and the song voice
tells it all to stop.

this scrap of blank verse was inspired by a late night train ride (something i always find quite inspiring); and this song -

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