Simple silence,
Quiet screams,
Darkling dancers
Weave livid dreams.
A distant drum,
Soft wind caress,
Love lies scorned,
Unfaithful kiss.
"
Burning incense,
Colors dim,
Indian spices
That call to him.
Churning waves
That feed desire.
Tides that turn,
A sailor's bier.
"
The rotting trees
Washed on the shore.
Illusion gold
Worth dying for.
Come sell your soul
For scars of treason.
Leaves now falling
Out of season.
"
Sea salt covers
Open wounds.
Sweet bitter lies
Flame and consume.
Come drink a pint
To hide the pain
But he'll remember
Just the same.
A/N: the "separates the stanzas.