Mighty Tempest

Time strikes half past dead

as damp marble façade crumbles

in still pond of crimson sorrow.

Deep cobalt shadows of dusk

pulsing as insanity cowers and hides,

mighty tempest dwelling in my head

tingling without touch in undying sun.

Layered shadows of abstract depths,

blinks of delusion smite my eyes,

drinking rancid tears of fallen grief.

Hourglass of life drifting away

voices of past will not be stilled.