Imprints ~ The Trilogy by Apryl Skies


Photo by Apryl Skies ©2013

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I.

Somewhere
among these faces
and empty spaces
wandering between the static
and these echoes
I found myself
lost…

Chasing down rubies
but finding only
diamonds and darkness
in this concrete quiet

Drifting past stars
cars and scars,
strangers holding onto the dusk
leaving memories in the dust
silence, wind-turned to song

Can anyone hear me?

As Tom Petty bleeds through
radio waves, dialed of distance
Tonight, I have forgotten wings
forgotten the blue that folds you
but I have painted my lips in roses
scented my hair in hope
and through this darkness
naked hands grasp
glove-pressed to wheel
angeled always
in the musical magic of thunder…

II.
Shadows stir
as a phantom’s dreams
dance the black magic of your soul
pacing the silence of song
as fear lies quiet against rain
against fate, against distance
against…

What can be found when
there is nothing left to lose?

With a kiss pressed
lips to darkness
I am hushed of
broken silhouettes
setting the mirror-burn
to blurred reflections
staring back
set free to sing
with the yellow bird
 
Barely breathing,
arms open and empty
behind a cold, foggy pane
a breath lay heavy
of quiet secrets
only winged hearts can fathom…

III.
Impressions;
of tide-swept footprints
on a winded, September shore
Imprints of sound beneath 
upon auburn sands
imprints of lies laid in stone
burning, flame to ash…

Can anyone see me at all?

Reflections fade slowly-soulful
sepia to cardboard corners
distant of remembrance
 
I need the touch,
the touch of hands and angels
a simple touch of fate,
the broken-fragile of flame…

Somewhere
among these faces
and empty spaces
wandering between the static
and these echoes
 
I found myself
                    made of glass…


Apryl Skies ©2009