My Turbulence

18th October, 2012.

I longed for the sahara to burn away my misery
till ashes fly away in freedom to the azure.

My glee knows no rainy moments in this valley
of nude emotions stabbed by the sprinkles of cloud.

Mankind is always fishing for warmth inside the oceans
depth sinking in utter neutrality of its flow.

I keep toying feelings of uncertain flowery carriage
meant to strip away arrays of fictitious floods.

No eccentric downpour of love can lucidly cleanse the
etched blaze of distraught in my twinkle.

Burgeoning stems to grow admirable fruits
that can wash out my momentarily withering.

I cloak my outlook in a red peach robe to accentuate
a surreal mien to my inner dusky subject.

Waiting to shower my life's monumental star,
tiny heaps of atomic elements spark vigour.

Further draping beautiful assured balances
that can filter a wilting souls blessings upon blue yonder.

I've come to identify the moons beam and accept my beam
that glares unstable loving crimson purity.

(c) Y-MAG