poetry by lilimist.

Dusken

A timeless stretch
of sand spun gold
A mountain range
breathes storms of snow
A dove in my arms
tears sacrificed —
No pain — not the first
but not the same:
Mistakes are all
and only mine to make.

She, almost lost there
caught up with those scars,
Chaos swims the lifestream
save me drowning in the stars…
From corners of eyes
upon shorelines she smiles
Sacrificial tears
false hope keeps me near:

So call me back
to a side only dreamed

No more to lose
And I fall —
I don’t care —
Perhaps she’ll catch me:

She’s waiting there…