The Reflection of
a lunar eclipse
on your face
penetrates a
wall of fire
creating a deep
splendour
across the sea
Our hands full
of grace waiting
for the clock to strike
midnight,
An out body
triangle beneath a
joyless encounters
blistering tears
burning in a
silent field of dreams.
On straight arrow
a lonesome heart
felt from the skies
penetrating
my thoughts
with deceitful
wounds left by
an invisible
silhouette standing
at the crossroads
Lifting his head
a firelight carried
an oldest dream
mesmerizing at the altar
between an illusion
strapped to my back
Spontaneously
I look around the years,
sweating tears
approaching, painfully
falling out touch
with reality
instantly,
they plunge beyond
compassion looking
at an empty
bottled of regrets
loosing themselves
through the
Pain. . .
RONY JOSEPH
RONY JOSEPH All rights reserved 2008


Comments: 9
great read, very well written. Thank you. *smiles*
(Don't know if I ever mentioned that I lived around the corner in Andover for ten years — on the Andover/Tewksbury line. A wonderful part of the country.)