Poetry
Inward Retina
Sudden whisper in my ears, whilst I walk the busy morn;
An echo running in my veins, full to anxiety.
Just to bleed my frightened heart;
An angelic eye, come awaken my years of sleep. August rain pours on my window pane;
Sketches droplets of her majestic mane,
Whilst I sit on my rocking chair.
To browse my fingertips on droplets sketch;
She smiles, but fades as a smoky shadow. Murky night laminates the stars;
My eyes search no zodiacs, least a skyline figure,
I gaze through the white moon at the curve ends of her body.
My lustre bride, raise your eyes and watch me suffer;
Yet break down to Comet, whilst my eyes collide into yours. Why terrify, leave me suffering with memories of mere sight?
Shall I not rejoice at your barricaded kiss?
Oh, my beauty, come awake me again.
For none in this azure believes such piety.
I wait for you to peep into my inward retina. . . Again and again.
An echo running in my veins, full to anxiety.
Just to bleed my frightened heart;
An angelic eye, come awaken my years of sleep. August rain pours on my window pane;
Sketches droplets of her majestic mane,
Whilst I sit on my rocking chair.
To browse my fingertips on droplets sketch;
She smiles, but fades as a smoky shadow. Murky night laminates the stars;
My eyes search no zodiacs, least a skyline figure,
I gaze through the white moon at the curve ends of her body.
My lustre bride, raise your eyes and watch me suffer;
Yet break down to Comet, whilst my eyes collide into yours. Why terrify, leave me suffering with memories of mere sight?
Shall I not rejoice at your barricaded kiss?
Oh, my beauty, come awake me again.
For none in this azure believes such piety.
I wait for you to peep into my inward retina. . . Again and again.
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