times were,
when aurora borealis ran through wine.
playing subtle draughts,
like cold candles from communion.
time is,
when twilight runs across your eyes.
walking granite slopes,
like obscured amphora of eau-de-vie.
time will be,
when silence’s clap runs asunder.
swaying the crest,
like fluorescent fire in the tumbler.
ok where is the other one you had here??? or am i nutso??
i took it down as i wasn’t sure if i wanted it public quite yet. why?
it’s back up now fyi
i was gona crit it ;-) i liked it!