of Forlorn Pluck

Thursday, April 28, 2016

9:12 AM

Exuberance is Beauty

One Exquisite And Rare

An Intangible Alchemy ,

Skin Deep,

A Marvelous Error

Of Concept.

After a Storm

What Remains Inside

Is Unlit

And Boarded up

Except

For thoughts of a

Candlelight Moon

Shimmering out through a Golden ink

For What I Think

Is everlasting .

Intentional Fallacy

With a Poker face

Yet

The sun didn't Blink

At times hands

And even 

If there Are Any Heavens

Under the Sands

It would be here

At Peaks Island