I scrape your name in blood onto the barbed wire fence that surrounds my dreams. In the distance waves of tears crash against a jagged shoreline of broken hearts.
My swollen tongue refuses to speak of its anguish. This bond has become a desert and my words of love have dried up like an oasis whose annual rain has failed to fall.
The Bedouin stand around parched, death is inevitable.
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Prayer of autumn
Like an autumn tree
Clinging desperately
To its last golden leaf
I tried to hold you,
My love
From the wind of time
I grasped you to my heart
I gazed at you
With the craving eyes of my soul
Begging you to stay
Telling you
My garden was your home.
I ripped the veils from my heart
I allowed the burqa of my soul
To slip to the ground
And I shivered as I revealed
The nakedness of my love
For you
I laid my heart
At your feet
I raised my eyes
From the ground
But I was too late
The winter wind had stolen
The last leaf
Of your feelings
For me
And as that
Last
Lingering
Leaf
Landed
On the frozen wastes
Of our love
I cried
Because there was nothing else
To do
Without you.
I am waiting
For the spring.
I am waiting
For your leaves to blossom
On my tree.
And when
We bloom again,
My love
Your leaves
Will be sacred
And safe
With me.
Love,
Howling Lamb
Exquisitely written DD and Howling Lamb. Congrats!
For Howling Lamb and Desert
Demon
Uncurl from the foetal core of agony
Dust off the shards of shrapnel
clinging to your hair, your cheek, your eyelash, your lips
Unfurl your tightened fists of fury
Unwind your blasted bandana of despair
Unbandage your tortured self of its wounded wrechedness
lift your heart and eyes to the unwavering distant horizon
Behold a sandstorm in the desert
heralding the approach of the Alchemist of hope
No MIRAGE this
(uknowwho)
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