by Jose Lopez

Created on: November 07, 2008

In Constant Search

I

A progression of sounds and expressions

cordially floating on an iridescent night,

beautiful and angelic.

Before you have any means of capturing its essence

it intrusively escapes,

leaving an unfulfilled itch on the elated night.

The sonorous harmony escalades and pivots.

It breaches, never hearing it again.

II

Airwaves slowly closing in.

A slight shuffle of sound lurks the naked night

there is a slight glare of hope.

Resonance and urgency.

Heaps and heaps of perversion,

gracefully gone.

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