to have gotten this far this bag of flesh and bone at half life salutes the divine and cosmos now if you’ll excuse me i have a life to live
Tag: art
soft as a waking breath i dream and exist autumn butterfly
press fingertips into clay as small moons bulge and emerge glow faintly in the dark creation accepts the touch of warmth
ash dyed the red of blood and dusk as fingers and palms of night’s children paint fervored strokes and layers ascending from light to dark then finally descend as one tribe bringing night upon this world
shadows lay in a circle beneath the fullness of the autumn moon hands held and seeking the blessings of luna
flee gently the cascade of limbs from mattress to floor crossing soft boundaries and running out the door and into the autumn winds of freedom
small but willing a spark stirs inside rehearsing the ways of light
in reverence to the quiet affirmation of garden and soul
slow and deliberate hounded by ancient wardogs you the prey feel the life drain from your legs the hunter pausing and observing from the darkness enjoying every moment of the hunt the whistle of a dart missing target and striking root just a hair’s breadth away the chase is over in your mind as a low growl emerges from the undergrowth you had miscalculated from the start never was the hunter in the shadows but inside your head all along
moondust dipped fingers tracing the curves of the cold autumn mist the nights hears your debauchery and trembles
elancharan gunasekaran 