She knows she's a spectre...


Spectre

blue is a paler ship
than is the ocean assailed in me
screwed, is the frail trip
that bears its lessons nailed in me

a look upon her
and it hailed in me
a curse and a wish for her
who's never failed me.
gazes like a spectre
emit from her bowl of fire
and a dawn comes down
upon the place.
gazes like a spectre
dries the dam-wells at the doors
and a wash comes across
my broken face.

white is a darker place
than is the lie bereaved in me
at night, the kindred face
gazing the spectres it concieved in me

a look upon me
and it hailed in her
a curse and a wish for me
who's never failed her.
gazes like a spectre
within a myriad of hope
floated in and
out of the place.
gazes like a spectre
disected every vector
as the hailing gurads just let her
wash across my broken face.

gazes like a spectre
she gazes like a spectre

gazes like a spectre
she gazes like a spectre

she gazes like a spectre
across my broken face.



Poetry by Aven Black
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Written on 2009-10-05 at 02:00

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An Ouch first stanza that leads through a great read. Of course she's a spectre, otherwise, she would not have attracted you to her, springs to my most romantic mind. You hold each other in white light.

Smiling at you

Tai
2009-10-05