Ceri naz
TONIGHT IS A BREAKAWAY
I am telling the cold abandoned
Bed of yesterday
Tonight is tomorrow’s
Subservient way
To feel the cloud nine thirst
and hunger
Of why is the day
Leaving again
The marriage of callous blankets
and pillows
Of immaturities
Denying, disbelieving, holding
back
The winds of turning downfall
The mystique of the unknown
frontiers
Ups,
Downs,
Sides– clips of immortality
Heeding to the cliffs of behind
and before
All are silent yawning destinies
Of insecurities
It is happening
When you let me feel
This is our story
To live in Xanadu
The snoring holy graves
With you
©Ceri Naz 2014
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