breathe

air cold and liquid
frothing between eyes and lashes
against the folds of parchment
the slow draw of ink
and the smash of sea

tilt back the glaze
bring new love
reach behind the turning sand
and escape into silence

disappearing clouds burn slow in the evening

it feels so good



-Lahmadaj

Aurelio

began to walk outside. there were different items in his hand. he clasped fourteen candles and one black card.  inside his mind, the ground was covered.  two persons, one of which gathered the grass, began to sing loudly.  it was a melodic sound and rose elegant in the trees.  Aurelio liked these people and their lightly danced footsteps.  soon the sun began to rise, and the song was gone.  the evening retired. a thousand lights amid a tumbling sea.  the cloud and the tree.

-Lahmadaj