The Perfect Crime

msquared's picture

In the soprano winds
Lacerating the
Naked trees
A strange beauty
Lay
Sheathed in frigid tones
Floating on
The fringes of existence
In one
Moment perceptible
And the next
Ashes of fantasy
Subtly
Desperate and
Proudly eloquent
Channeling poetry
In the dreamer’s ear
With
A silent tongue and
Invisible
Eyes
Beseeching
The vagrant soul
Searching for
A thought to call beauty
A pride to call home
But in this
Opaque creature
Pirouetting among
Dimensions
Fleeing from our brains
A certain artistry complies
With its form and
In its hand
A tragic kind of
Hope
Dressed in demons and
Roses
Unafraid to cry
Willing to lead
A dance in destiny
And
With the wind collide
A cohesive
Unit stapled to the core
A miracle solution
Pleasing to
A bitter palate
That lives for the crash
Yet dies for the burn
That falls like the rain
But can’t touch the earth
A perfect oxymoron
To
Top off
The punch line
A solo act for
A solo crowd
The grand finale
For eyes unfound
Go break a leg and
Cross your fingers
Hope to die
Stick a needle
In your lie

How can you shine
When you’re so afraid of the sun?

Comments

dia_de_enero15's picture

....

this poem has a really good flow to it.

I really like it :)