Nostalgic Haunts

Silent moments within the eyes

Full on brooding thoughts
Indiana skyline barren blue
Drawn between two acts
One hushed one embraced
Silent moments within the eyes
Wild madness next of kin
Emotions painted
Across silver canvas
Celestial beings wait to receive
Subtle genius soon loosed across
Fiery pavement at the cost
Of high noon sun
Melodies. Trivialities.
Beat. Kicks.
Shadow cliques
Wallflower dancing alone
Forever more

(Matthew Bowers) ~93
Β©2021

Published by πŸŒ™ Crescent Moons πŸŒ™

Poet, Author, Musician, Spiritual Alchemist, Magick

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