Spilled Ink Of Lugal

Haze on naked eyes

this pale fog foreshadows life

a wisp of vapor

Hope too flat to be

with unemotional clouds

resigning of fate

In the cloudless blue

blazing with a sour yellow

sunshine stuns fresh eyes

In the gloom of night

wildflowers gaze on the gleams

of a moonlit hour

Here lies an ailing heart Where forgotten craft will succumb To faint demise which imparts The subtle blart of a privy numb

The time between us has long passed

Though our enigmatic story is tragic

I feel there is a fib in the past;

that at our best, we were magic.

In wake of the night strangers glimmer from the sky watching eyes gleam back

Spellbinding breezes

hypnotizing lazy clouds

sleeping on soft air

It’s too soon Is it a full moon? Lets live a little and it will make sense Imagine all that we can experience I’m hoping we have more time to grow our connection Is there really a need to rush these subtle moments of perfection?

Actions of a sign reveal treasures to adore A prize words wish for

What you want to say has a powerful word And sadly, it’s a double-edged sword I know it makes us feel alive But if you say it, we won’t survive It’s too soon