Poems from Severia
Dancer, writer, computer geek, in general freak, however definitely not a mathematician.
-Carpe Noctem #wordwitch
I reach into the shadows and my hand touches your face,
Every single line of yours my fingers pretend to trace,
I wonder - could this...
I feel like that.
That pale greyish wisp of ash that crumbles beneath the slightest touch,
That's been consumed by a ravenous fire that...
Wandering amongst the maze of shelves,
I hear their whispers of stories yearning to be heard from a multicolored sea,
Of fact, of fiction...
Like a phoenix rising from the ashes,
I breathe this air one more time,
I get back up, though I was burnt to the ground,
And just like...
Eternally silent you stare past the clouds,
Eternally questioning I stare past them too,
Only difference is,
You can see me,
But I can’t...