On silken blades
In rays of bronze and golden bathed
The scent of Aspen dangles
From the overhangs
As spring pretends
It never came
The storms will paint
Ephemeral colossus shapes
When dipped into the dying
Blood of sunlit rays
And we pretend
We’re vapor made
To float away
Into electric galaxies
Accessorized with densely
Clinging memories
And we pretend
It’s fantasy
vampireweather 
Very nice word picture …. and I like the image too 🙂
Thank you 🙂
A very nice piece of poetry my friend,
stylishly written with a celestial flavouring
that I rather like 🙂
Thank you for calling into My Gothic Realm
and offering me your thoughts on my Scripts
Have an excellent start to your week 🙂
Androgoth
Thank you for stopping by! I appreciate the kind words! Have a great week as well 🙂
ah words so dreamy. lovely pictures. reading many times, each bought different emotions. such is the power of poetry.
I’m glad to know it’s worth your time 😀