Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Beyond it all

by Renton de Alwis

What I seek
must surely be
where all else is
dumped in the junk yards
of butterfly wings

Winds come please
to take ashes like pieces
clouds of yore
make empty spaces
like gallery walls

Stay hung please
streamed free flows framed
works of art blows
minds and hearts
beyond it all

Strange silence falls
deafening hearts and minds
a soft song sung
oozing feelings of
yesterday's cold

dripping dreams
on a wonderland
to search...to find
to please, to seek
but beyond it all ...

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