.
His mahogany voice
Full of whiskey
Whispered promises
Of nebulous deeds
Star shattered feelings
In the obscure part
Of my opaque spirit
.
Revelry ruptures my placid Hart
Benevolence flees my body
In search of pleasurable pain
To alleviate the empty space
Left in my dying imagination
.
Oh how sweet the memory
Of sublime creation
My milky way of artistry
Leaves me with tears of starlight
Filling the river Styx
.
On my deathbed
His whispers
Destroy and rebuild me
Fortifying my eternal devotion
To his purpose
To his very essence
The other half of my soul
.
©Helle Gade 2018
So glad to see your writing again…❤️
Thanks sweetie! Hopefully inspiration will stay. ❤