MUSE OF SHADOWS

You're the one girl, And you know that it's true: Everything comes back to you. The skyline splits in two, Dreary eyes search for you, Absorbing a million shades of black, Looking for a needle in the haystack. A thousand lonely nights, A thousand crushed cravings, The stars vigilant and bearing witness To whispered dreams and hopes of forgiveness. You're the endless sea, That I'm reading out for someone I can't see; You're my unfinished poetry, Like broken glass in a mirror of dreams. Lyrics don't make any sense, I'm swimming in smoke so dense: Reminiscent waves uncoloring senses, Slivers of darkness whispering menace; Rejection dimming the flames of my soul, Engulfed by questions that I don't have answers to in whole: Are we all lost stars illuminating Lightyears of darkness In the twisted fabrics of existence? Are we all lost stars flickering With unrequited impressions of colours, Destined to fade away without Our s...

You - I can feel you! How is this possible? My frozen heart - oh, my wretched heart: it's combustible again. I unroll my eyes with the first rays of sunrise, and see the world unravel before me. How is this possible? My darkened sight - lulled to oblivion in a world without you, oh, it can espy the light again. I go out in the woods, searching for you. I know you've found a way to me, burning out the falsehoods, No longer concealed by the mist and dew. Above and around, I'm surrounded. I can hear the sleeping giants stirring, the enigmatic sky bleeding fluffy cotton clouds into the ice at the peaks, those ancient voices whispering to the winds about mysteries long forgotten - one of them being you. The cool breeze carries it, all the way down to me. It caresses my cheeks, and taunts my ear with bits. My eyebrows twitch, itching to be kissed, as my mind rewinds to the starry night under the mountains, when I memorized your...

I wonder If the moon stares at you The way I do. I rack my brains Standing under the November rains, Struck by lightning, By a thousand thoughts and reflections, On what it means to be awed by you - Everyday. I wonder If you still look at the moon, And think of me. The stars still transmit, They twinkle and sparkle With the decaying echoes Of the adolescent nights you spent, From twilight to dawn, From full moon to new moon, And new moon to full moon, With me. I wonder If the sun is to the moon What you are to me: Everything, everything. It's strange that The lost parks of this lost city Still dazzle the strangers passing by at twilight, Resplendent with the buried love Of a thousand lost souls, Of a thousand concealed promises, Of a thousand stolen kisses, Yours and mine included. I wonder If the shadows of the eclipsing moon Affect you, The way my thoughts do. The lingering traces Of your lips, Like the fading chorus Of an 80'...

End of a gloomy grey  night, Clouds obscuring the starlight, Eyes flutter open with a squint, Absent traces of light, absent hint, Only the vast grey nothing Stretching on to the rimless horizon. A hundred shades of darkness, Obscuring, hulking, unwieldy: Whispering menace, feigning timidness, Ears trying to conceal the truth, But the grey is devoid of ruth. Time flickers by, the sun is dead Mind rages on, introspecting the incorporeal: Soft breeze caresses leaves, Mellow metamorphizes into tints of grey , Heart comprehends the incomprehensible - Beauty got devoured by darkness, during the Confluence of the sky and earth, Abandoning me in the throes of rebirth , Engulfing the blooming flowers, Creating a world sans imagination; Sans colour, sans inspiration, sans you. Cigarette jutting at the tip of the lips, Dense smoke playing hide and seek, Reminiscent memories in cold decay, Symphonies of you and I fading away, Grey oceans bleeding into the grey...