Foggy haze
Undefined shadows
Utter silence
Technicolor meadows…
Time stands still
There is no end
One scene plays
Over and again…
Feet of stone
You cannot scream,
Entangled within
An unsettled dream.
Author: Carrie Page
Vainglory
Exquisite dendrite
Wishing to be admired
Leapt from
The clouds
In haste
Failing to realize
Her uniqueness
Would be lost
Among the masses.
Photo courtesy of Deviant Art.
Danseur Minuscule
Tiny dancer
On candle’s crown,
Her muted flicker
A solitary minuet.
Lonely dancer
Longs for the Breeze
To change the pace
So that she may tango.
Image courtesy of Deviant Art
My Valentine
He nourishes my senses,
Sustains my soul.
His whispers encompass me,
They swallow me whole.
Passion burns in his eyes,
His aura smolders too.
Tangible is the sensation
Of his shadow passing through.
I sip from his essence
Until I am intoxicated.
Any will I have to resist
Effectively assassinated.
His flesh bleeds sweetness,
I savor every taste.
Each lick, each kiss,
They do not go to waste.
A casualty of his charm,
A slave to his caress,
A captive to this desire,
Because I am obsessed.
Spring
Her scent the flower in its bloom,
Sunshine sparkles in her eyes.
Her skin glistens like morning dew,
And her smile lights the skies.
Image courtesy of Deviant Art
Carrie Mayhem 