36 Quotes by Phen Weston

Willow trees up highbend amid ancient knowledgeshared softly by antique winds.Through attained wisdomthey mature, strong and certain,enchanting the bygone winds

Sky aflameWith vermillion passionAdriftEmpty streetsSilently serenadeSilkenWithin my pocketHemingway humsStatic.

I remember your shadow― those faded linesbetween the cracking clouds above― strainedin hues of solitude― a simple kiss― againstthe night we forced among the stars― lockedinto places fashioned from old snapshots―

The night, cold and silent,Held a warmth and soundThat echoed through my thoughts.It wasn’t deafening as it crashedAll around, only mildly amusing.The shadows devoured the lightWhich gracefully enhancedTheir deep rich darkness.The world circled and danced,Leapt and ran, swimmingThroughout the witching hour.

Who knew such belongings?That the truest loveCould blendThe margins of lifeInto forgotten wants.

On a hill we rest,Watching virtueHold the heavens.

You wrapped your wings against my soul,calmly cascaded tears into eternal waters,where I sat in solitude, waiting ephemerally,for those hours of lost comfort once again,how long ago did sleep become such an end?

The Tuesday Seamstress saidour souls were sewn apart.Delicate embroidered tomorrowstravelled without a start.

Emerald leaves crossed our pathswith veracity marked in golden drafts,somewhere deep amid the pending vapoursof humility and dance,did we dance across the skies?