The volume of your silence is blinding
until radiating light permeates my soul
to race through timeless epochs
in deafening exploitations of innocence.
Lighter than aurora's dew,
glass walls surround you.
Piercing anguish constricts my breath
To bring ambrosial, gracious death.
Velvet skin and cornsilk
hair,
I convinced myself that
you'd care.
Screaming whispers through
time and space,
I've dropped out of the
human race.
The pain that seeps into
my core,
a laceration of logic and
lore.
A golden red halo and
bright hazel soul
pulls you toward ecstasy
untold.
Searing wavesof boiling
fears
call upon King Triton's
tears.
Ripping apart the strongest
hull,
Under the sea, the currents
pull.
I stand nearby on a desert
isle,
and penetrating within begins
a smile.
Stone wings beat against
kaleidoscopic winds,
straining against the pulsating
twilight.
Granite guardians brood
and weep,
baring their steel in the
dance,
bequeathed the precious
boon of one last chance
to reclaim melodious blood
drenched innocence.
-- Crystal Goudy
