recluse

Posted by Robert Anderson On Tuesday, November 20, 2012 0 comments

the brilliant aspect
that weeps out from his soul
hides in the atmosphere of his eyes

he formulates his gift and
bears his secrets
which beguile
through days and endless nights
that pour sacredly
from the solace of his memory

he can taste the dawn approaching,
curls into the shadows of his chamber
that gently dance
against the wall from candles
flickering their essence

love whispers one last time...
then bleeds.

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