Sometimes

While waiting for time,

To transform itself to life.

We forget to live.

battles

insideways of life -
all
is lost in rushandworry of,
many life We travel/move over the:
Earth we find. O(ur Live-s lost
searching, straining-for-ward and
we grow faint~weary )battle
S of
our timeingrate on us.

Images

Crystalline lights on velvet,
That flicker and glimmer throughout the night.
Pastel puffs in blue meadows,
Float idly by the eye of the morning.
Light pale platter of the sky,
Orb of the night, knight of the evening.
Fire storming throughout the day,
A herald of day, a bringer of light.

Witching Hour

Under the viral gleam of light,
Seeking, hoping, for the night,
To end.

Moonshine splatters on the ground,
Specters flitting all around,
The trees.

Hovering spirits overhead,
“Escape, escape!” is what they said,
Too late.

Blood red the sky becomes,
And drips and moans and hums,
With breath.

The slice of gloom in black like pitch,
Of time like this the land bewitch,
Us all.

Pierced by the silence of the air,
The floating phantoms stop and stare,
at you.

This eerie time of evil luck,
Thrice has the clock past midnight struck,
The witching hour.