Tuesday, April 10, 2012

The dimensional measurement of light

time rushes along my nerves 
like the black around flames the past
fills my consciousness with invisible light
Sacred  flaws communitcated
through sonic fields of flesh
a new intimacy found on an empty escape  



Whatever said...

time burrows a little deeper under my nails
like the blue in the centre of the fire of now.
filling me with only emptiness
the void which swallowed my heart and soul
nothing left to sound the bells of freedoms wake

Jyoti Mishra said...

loved the opening line..
filling consciousness with light..
sonic fields of flesh..

awesome metaphors u have used..

zonedin said...

Did this come to you in a dream?

rivercat said...

hello all, thanks for comments :)

No this was not a dream poem. I havent had a pen and paper near my bed lately but thats a good idea in case something did come in a dream :)