"THE DAY SLAYER"

I know that what is … that is inside your head
The night’s mind and creation

Sometimes a reflection of woven crescents
Of hollow day

Extravagantly furnished and yet empty
In its domain
But for its wisdom in its shadows

Forward in the distance
Embracing an old friend with intimate games
Of vintage innocence

Do you remember summer day?
Or winter night?

You have been dreaming of a place
Where all texture is blind
And where motivation lacks delusion
And vanishes in a language
Of silent remoteness

Enough!

My old friend be gone … here comes the night
Where the expression of all excess begin

And then to awake with the stillness of a portrait
With a taste of fragmented association
In compromise of dust covered whispers
And promises

End

"THE DAY SLAYER"

Kirrill D'Kainn

Joined March 2009

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