Veils of incense circling. Altering sabres of modest evening
light. Serenity. A blur of details gesturing a familiar face.
Forging the lament of my despondency. The gloom of
knowing, the shame reaped in falling. A pining halo
intent on losing all. I lay in the earth my memories of
heaven's birth and ashes that swathe its humble end this
day. A tide of sweet elusive air filters through the parlour
walls enfolding me. Endlessly. The glowing kindling
then compiles a gentle sneer, and the smoke is losing its
solid figure. The gloom of knowing, the shame reaped in
falling. A pining halo intent on losing all. I lay in the earth
my memories of heaven's birth and ashes that swathe
its humble end this day. Crestfallen night lacing cobalt
curtains. Hung towering with picturesque folds. The
morrow's vanguard they are. Clandestine, intriguing and
arrogant. Will they invite me or leave me cold. The qualm
is riled on my throat. The gloom of knowing, the shame
reaped in falling. A pining halo intent on losing all. I lay
in the earth my memories of heaven's birth and ashes that
swathe its humble end this day.