~Secret Society~

There was a sheet of paper, white,

For a sad writer’s last delight,

And on the canvas’s carmine night

In coral red I sit and write...

...about the dreams I used to dream,

About the darkness and the steam,

About some roses which redeem,

A spirit lost in ocean's stream.

...about the shadows within light,

About the pale amaranth sight

That guides my eyes, maybe in spite

Of reason, to an endless fight.

...I think a secret was the theme,

But rather I will not blaspheme.

I'll leave the silence to a scream.

And to the reader my esteem.

© 2010 Lith Ium

Friday, October 15, 2010