The pulsing of the lonesome rains
Wetting the sterile desert fabric
Fondling distinction
A wrinkle  
of  
ill-design
 
Whispers of the violin
Intimate and soft spoken  
Melodic intrigue
The cadence  
of  
grace
 
Footsteps
On black satin stone
The promise  
of  
haste in the valley
 
Zephyrs  
Colliding with ardor  
Tickling the bells of the watchtower  
The shrill  
of  
the wandering winds
Maundering into vocal souvenirs
The thunderous endeavour of tenor
 
A silver laced fiddler
His feverish pace  
Confining;
The wile
of  
a lonesome child
 
Spirits chanting galactic incantations  
Their deep jangles
Like the sprinkling  
of  
jewels on heaven’s skin
Their facets cutting into the ivory
Carving gallantry
On the face  
of  
this mottled crimson warrior
 
Swirling melodious sentiment
Twisting the fibres of curiosity’s blanket
Winding the miles of awe
Quelling meddlesome class
 
The lilt of waning melancholy
Seizing
The anonymity  
of  
spectral fetters
Unclasped and withering  
Hallow recollections
Pacify
The percussion  
of  
innocence
 
Guttural musings seducing a welter of words  
Empty parchment pining for a quill
Perception
Penned with authentic emotion
Tempered wisdom
from the age  
of  
plagues