Finding Yourself
April 3, 2012 in Wordsmoker Poetry
Finding yourself
with me, its like
parting with something
and becoming chilled.
A spice of toilsome
lord cut by scissors
of sunset.
Beware of lasting
skirts of light.
One last try
the world will
take on your behalf
like all lords have.
You could not guess
your invention
from your fire
drowning all to perish.
In this wealth
of the fire’s games
there is no call for help.
No thought of sharing,
but with what truly
wants to live far
beneath the ice
–psyche below the moon,
fell a dream of the universe.
Another piece inspired by Byron’s The Darkness, Some stuff on tumblr, and my old piece. I was also on wikipedia for awhile for concepts.
