a deeper shade of red stains falling skies
Author: Elancharan இளஞ்சேரன்
in the branches overhead amongst leaves made fire the gentle call of birds: come home
tripping: i take the city by its horns and wrestle with neon lights
spring after dark i am the quiet you denied
thin fingers seal the setting sun beneath dirt under the pilgrim’s measured breath a prayer blankets the rage and peace settles in karmic layers of darkness
ghosts haunt the alleys between coffee shop tables driven by a phantom hunger that is seemingly present to the watcher’s good eye
dark before dawn glass towers reflect the solitude of another world
quiet now the pilgrim sleeps undisturbed upon a bed of thorns
eyes across skin: frail limbs watch and relearn the odd ways of flesh
scry the mourning skies for omens of the coming light