Centaury

The ground drinks deep of midnight rain
Worn paths remember every strain
A fleeting shape
A silent glide
Through corridors where fears reside

Centaury blooms in the blackened haze
Twisting
Turning
In a fevered daze
It drinks the night
It sways alone
A flower born of the unknown

Your breath is frost on the edge of air
Lingers like a ghost that isn’t there
Eyes that pierce like shards of ice
Break apart the fragile device

A pull
A weight
A nameless pull
Where empty hands can't ever hold full

Centaury blooms in the blackened haze
Twisting
Turning
In a fevered daze
It drinks the night
It sways alone
A flower born of the unknown

A sea of thoughts
An endless tide
They crash
Recede
They won't abide
Between the cracks
Between the lines
A fragile pulse
A haunting sign