Grey Frenzy

By beckon of midnight the stars fuse Along the subtle twilight moon A sharp, yet quite an adept muse Struck while atop I sat a dune Adrenaline scours my veins A flux unlike any before Soft as the nature of cinquains Paradise forevermore Prosperity oozes in masses Euphoria profuse I sought Despair swift she collapses Austerely wounded left distraught Passion, passion Kiss every edge never been touched Abstraction, abstraction Swamp me within incessant lust © 2011 (All rights reserved)