Berserk....

A quiet massacre of my old self
is like the dying embers in the grate
smoking hope,
but soldering altered heartbeats
Where the hearth itself its mother, wearing ashes
Within
changing moments as time preludes
Kills
like rebirth within same lifetimes.

Manifestations , I retain , like curdled clouds
sailing a yatch of desires
Oaring dreams upon the ruthless skies
Skinning my mind off the asteroids ,
hitting me ,
As a planetary course of the old universe
Where pink and blue nebula
Offer pallid spectre of midnight skies

Born in the twilight hour,
As brilliant as stars,
A blue soul am I
Amid the waxing moon searching for her soulmate
In the ateliers of the galaxies, burning holes
Sea tide surges with it's long silvery roll,
Comes with the twilight's roaming air.

NG.2022🍁
lizbeth@