Sunday, February 7, 2010

Vestibule

Weariness warps the day’s color scheme,
stuporous haze conjoined on dream’s cusp.
Wake to phantom memories, talk reverie to the air.

Dregs of normalcy swirl defunct,
retaining flavor of evening’s past.
Amorous hues color the filament.

While dreams may coax the wilderness forth,
body harbors the prisonous soul.
Left free to roam the vestibule of fate.

Amongst the wild abandon exulting,
eternal bonds coalesce from the mist.
Bound ethereal hearts in the unbound whirl.

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