A Ballad of Away's

by Poet on the Piano   Oct 31, 2012


I.

Days become farther and farther away.
The fire inside me has deserted
any attempts at sanction.

Where is away?
A home established
in paradise?

Places where death
cannot fly, perhaps.

I.

I sing with what I have no voice for,
there is no melody, no signature key
you could latch onto.

In time- I whisper, cradling onto
lost starships and filled anaesthesia.
My dreams are anxious and
without clothes,
frosted yet unable to surrender....

galaxies are waiting, days a night cloud
of silence

I cannot discern.

* Written October 31, 2012 at 7:32 pm.

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  • 4 years ago

    by Decayed

    Geez, MaryAnne.

    This is a winning material, IMO... I wish I had votes left. But you literally left me speechless.

    The subtle rhyming between paradise and perhaps has this beat of magic that I cannot explain.

    I wonder why you said 'with no clothes'... instead of 'nude'... but that is perfect! I think it's much better that you said 'with no clothes'...

    Awesome!!!:)