The piano plays a ballad,
Slender fingers grace the keys,
The soft accompaniment of
The acoustic guitar,
Strumming an orgasm
To the candles.
The magic of the music,
Shrouds the atmosphere,
Like an old comfortable blanket,
As a spectrum fades on a wine glass.
The rhythm of my breathing is
Like the river of my emotions,
Erratic and dramatic,
A child lies beneath your heart,
In the dream-time
And I take a step over the edge,
In to forever as tears streak,
My painted mask.
The heart of mother is broken,
Words are wordless
As the sign writer paints out the sky.
Final stab at Sreejit Poole’s Dungeon Prompt: Chaos
This one was popular on the first blog, I hope it has a similar impact. Best wishes from Baldy 🙂