Evening thoughts

seo-boss (71)adminin ART 🌻🎨📝 • 4 years ago (edited)

Evening thoughts

It is the late hour of reflection.
The sun has burned long the day.
You don't see them, but they are in motion.
Thoughts flow in the still deep potion.

The imagination is carried by calm
and dreams are sometimes black to man.
You sit alone in the forest, the owl gives you a sign.
A nightmare storms the skin, the temple jerks back:

An alarming silence hangs on all the trees.
As far as the eye can see, Un-Land can only be seen.
A great beast covers the warm corners
with his timeless black impatience.

Fragmentary, from far away,
mixes with oppressive force,
the ringing of clear bells
with the pounding of your heart

Then suddenly, with a thousand claws,
every branch reaches for you,
so that even the last peace of your breast seeks the expanse .
All alone with bad dreams, between being and never being,
the beast slips into the world and screams into your brain.
With the rope of fantasy it keeps you tied.
With the dagger of the diabolical, it sends you to murder.
Your heart is beating,
it presses your blood into your skull.

Blow by blow, the ominous vibrations,
and each gives the world a new face.
Forgetting yourself and walk through weeping valleys.
Sometimes you find a little piece of you.
A small piece of the already fermented life.
Judicial anger is born of wisdom.

Your heart be torn from the beginning ...
Never break the tender shoots of hope in the morning!

The tumult in your brain is short,
thoughts muddled.
So think and ponder in the sense of thinking.

You are what you think.