Love’s nightingales

Shadows do not diminish when the sun’s bloom wilts they merely fade into themselves ; chameleons of this butterfly world White it shines as it flits landing almost a kiss almost an enchantment upon solitude upon memory Songs, dreams and soft thoughts these butterflies do not diminish they are love’s nightingales ; a kind of … More Love’s nightingales

Drifting

drifting … on possibilities from a thousand masks hiding in the shadows with the dust where pain is peripheral and love is only the accidental collisions of dust towards midnight sleepless waiting for your fragrance with the silence where time is inconsequential and love is the pain we breathe in silence into you