Tag: Singapore

with each breath we draw into our hearts the soul of winter

cold winds flow with predatory grace late into the morning

winter after dawn i wake only to find that the forest has moved on

we are bearers of the void accept that within the hollow of flesh and bone are caves of silence

the cup grows warm with magic and time pauses for a sip

windows remember older skies and oblivion’s anthem sings in the wind

in bed and the stillness of cold ocean feet

time moves different in the forest grim dark roots entangle and manipulate the designs of reality

grey hugs at skin and concrete and when it refuses to let go it tugs at silk strings trapping you in a nigh-infinite embrace

deep down i think they do i think that windows remember the skies of seasons past