** I tend to hide behind metaphors...i hide alot when i think about it. Anyway, I think this is one of the most fogged up poem, but also it's very clear (i don't know what i'm going on about). I'm just saying that I think it's very hard for someone (other than me) to understand this; so I'll appreaciate all replies.
Flowery elaborate words,
Fails to grip the brush
Slips unnoticed across my
Dissipating into mist
Evaporating under your wrath,
Small as I can.
Distant echoes of unnerving mystical
Chimes of lapping waves
Appear as sacred and legendary
Tears turn to stone
Conscience grows wings.
"You could be my unintended
Choice, to live my life extended...." Muse
"Even when we're apart we'll still be under the same sky," LJ Smith
"Hiding in the musty attic is Elusive
She sits, cross legged in a midst dark cobwebs
Several forms scurry to seek shelter
Beneath her levitating shadow.
Her back rigid , eyes glassy
Gazes intently at time escaping
Sliding, smoothly, as sand sprinkles
Through the hour glass,
A single tear grazes her misty cheek." Lani