Date: 15.10.2009
Time: 11:30 p.m.
You might find trinkets lying about
Cluttered dutifully inside my head,
Colours swarming into souls
Collected gladly and easily bled -
Each vision a spectacle of light
Each memory a triumph of sight,
By nightfall it always seems sure
To be with me for evermore.
I sing along to an amethyst's tune
And let it enchant the purple in me,
Soak my soul with wanderlust raw
Only to yearn my utmost to be free
I lose my mind over motorbike boots
Lose my heart to forbidden fruits
Dance along to Calypso's beat
The moon bearing witness to my defeat.
So I place my soul in the hands of midnight
And stare away into the moonlight
Swayed by a soothing sonata
That gushes into a quivering toccata!
My thoughts blend gracefully into notes
As my heart rises and gleefully floats
The music filling chasms within my soul
And healing and making me whole.
End: 00:30 p.m.
1 comment:
Such metaphors and understatements involving a day and an amulet! For all I know, the music continually morphs into forms like in a kaleidoscope, and when it sees bright new things, it alights cheerily into this!
But do sleep properly!
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