Showing posts from October, 2016

The Spaces Between

There is still space for us In the dark slivers in-between reality With no disease of body nor mind Where all things are pure again Make haste, my treasure, meet me there On the crest of the Blood Moon We will lay and bask in its crimson glow All mute, save for the raven's crow I will gaze upon you then, with eyes famished And you, my light, you - their feast When moon's glow spent, let delicious darkness Weave its velvet web about us - like cocoons - ELS (copyright 2016)