trying uselessly to awake from fruitless slumber
doomed
age relentlessly
pruning
as youth's water leaves
death
your nothingness vanishes
this is your real dream

a taste of amber October wine
poured from bony fingers
through a slit neck
coating the vessel
a tiny pool
at the bottom of the goblet
the searching tongue
shockingly long
strains
to reach a droplet of nirvana
in vain frustration
in dessication

daylight says
shimmer hot airwave
that's all
darkness is coming
daily
beautiful cold
sucking the mirage away
acres of gravestones
testify
courting your
appeal

not bad !

s1ow............. Perfection as usual.

chevy and bonny
DeathsTreaty put me in a mood

...that's on a slow simmer ... allowing the flavours to combine into a rich soup ... mmm mmmm good

Tantalizingly intense..a heady intoxication!!

(((Harold)))

Ouch!

and thankyou