illusions

Frozen tulips shall shake themselves off the shackles of snow
Fiery winds from the valley shall endure the smell of blood
Scattered rainbow across the sky shall bask in its glory
Wounded rain shall wet the parched lips of the desert
Black roses shall spread beauty in my angel’s eyes
Slut of a night shall get ready for her last dance
Horses of the anger shall gallop across the virgin emotions of heart
Pain in its pristine glory shall sleep tonight
Wailing nomad shall talk to the lord
Aged trees shall look at the encroachments
Hungry man shall eat himself in his hunger
Sea algae shall sparkle for the stranger
Beautiful priest shall take her ablutions
Jaded anger shall finally evaporate in morning mist
Daggers of trust shall finally enter the crevices of mountain dawn
Illusions of reality shall finally see the glory of night
The day shall end to be born again
And the bartender shall pour me a bloody marry.


Khush