Friday, 19 August 2011

Lavender Lotus




On a tremor-clad day
Of acid flashbacks,
You hear velvet footsteps
Walking down violet halls.

You follow the smell
And find rose-strewn trails,
That lead from
Room to room
And begin when they stop.

You taste laced peppermint
And lilac dreams
When you follow the sounds
And they lead you to you,
Turning into strawberry echoes.

As silver  raindrops paint
Your window panes moist
And damp mushrooms swell,
Your shadow snails up to you
From dark blue alleyways of pain...

1 comment:

silencespeaksloud said...

i don't really know what to make of it...but the description is simply fantastic..