A dull reflection of our past-
trickles down the spine-
pools of doubt and chaos-
accumulates below.
Truth and wisdom muffled out.
Devils tongue-
manipulating minds
A dull reflection-
presently perplexing.
Tag: dazed
astral plead
If the clouds could whisper, upon thy cheek.
Etched memories of time reflect a rose tinted glare.
Shallow thought do quiver,
when storms brew with fear.
Chaos juggles north.
The mind glides east.
Voices heard, are twisted vines.
Restraining.
Restricting.
The third eye weeps.
These astral planes-
plead to be seen.
Melbmourns
Two hundred plus days-
Melbourne has been separated.
Two hundred plus days.
Over half a year-
longing-
to be reunited.
Over half a year-
Saint Paul’s cathedral bells-
have sung a lonesome hymm-
Echoing empty streets.
Under the clocks of Flinders Street Station-
a shadowless shell of what was.
Two-hundred plus days-
Unable to hug our friends and family-
to comfort them-
To comfort us.
Two-hundred plus days-
and counting-
always counting.
We are suffering.
sdf
Shimmering Summer-
Dazed delights, dreams deliver.
Fruitful fantasy.
TLEofCassie 