I am “Oz” of a constant
A blueish butterfly of intellect.
Through nectar I morph
more of me
in all the shades of
pale skin markings.
beings I flourish,
while the mind
of God hides behind
and seeks to dissolve
the ego of my embrace.
dancing away absence
below eyes of a metaphoric master
playing bohemian rhapsodies upside down.
I spin centerpieces of your heart songs
in windows of smoking glass signals from polestar.
I am destined to revolve in black mirrors
seeking your candle lit kisses
stolen from a butterfly who flew
too close to desires of a dragon.
I am the light of my own burnt offering..
saturated by waveless water
hanging on the borders of
boundless seasons of time.
- Add a