Sunday, December 27, 2015

Gyres of Time


August

Beating storms all alive
I realize I fantasize
Those flights
Those rights
Wrongs from all sides
Perfect from inside
 Circular gyres of time
Round in clocks
Years in rhyme
 With me walks
A spinning wheel
Round it goes
Sometimes freeze
In the valley of creations
Beating all fascinations


 December

It's a world of fascinations
Some imagined some creations
Most I see flying high
all in power - up in sky
Silent movie of heard voice
deep in thought
spiritual noise
it feels hollow
Like vacuum
It feels free
bright golden moon
But then it keeps changing
cycles of life
moon and it's changelings.

Written by - Mystical Wanderer


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