Azurite

The meandering concrete beckons

Like a welcoming hearth,

Aflame, boundless and lost,

Offering a hand of gravel and stone,

Company on a chilled sultry night.

So the walk ensues encompassing

Landscapes, skies, lifetimes

Gone in the wake of ages past

With colors still warm, brimming

With memories,

Ardor, fruition, prowess and grandeur,

Once lived and painfully lost,

All of which remain unheard,

Remaining voiced by ashen tones.

She walks in this muted scene

Recalling her own placidness, faintly

Touching voice to cracked lips,

A night of voices unsavored revived

Bearing old wounds anew,

And the meandering streets could only flow

Like rivers, brimming

In her own silent tears.

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About kyogakura
Bored 95% of the time.

4 Responses to Azurite

  1. Jingle says:

    beautiful…

    Happy Monday…

  2. Jingle says:

    Thanks for the support, visit a few entries near yours to get more feedback..

    Merry Christmas,
    Missed you a lot.

    A++

  3. Imagination says:

    Once lived and painfully lost…

    All of which are now heard.

    Thank you for such a beautiful poem!

    http://imaginationscandles.blogspot.com/2010/12/summer-and-winter.html

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