Of Most Lies


I’m awake I take

what is left for me.

For I whisp upon

a cloud sway freed.

My form is dark I

find rose petals on

ground firm under

toes go not a song.

What you need me

be for you to be free

I’ll cast out storms

I’m left out to sea.

Consumed by time

in pain you’ll writhe

to set free a demise

of you most all lies.