...Delightfully Chaotic...

I sometimes smell
like October sky
I rise and fall
and then
I fly
I shift and turn
and swim below
under the deep
dark undertow

A chaotic song
a psychotic tune
aligns the stars
adjusts the moon
a beautiful madness
churns over again
until the devil
becomes
my friend

He takes my hand
against the wind
He whispers one word
Of course, its sin
He pulls the shade
becomes the night
and silently slips
into
the Light

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Eiddwen 2 years ago from Wales

A wonderful poem and voted up for sure. I now look forward to many more by you.

Eddy.

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