Twixt (conversation inspired by a very nice, kind man)

[grey helm]

Boltted, the door of recognition the key hole of completion, my hand joined by his my smile forced by his my words in truth of his.

The clock lies and disregards our lives within the same reach of that tick tock. The forrest of a mind withers while two trees uproot and bear all lacking beside a heap burnt via consequence.

twixt between something so profound.
maybe sufferage where the soul failed to flee but in tears drown.
silently he waits behind that door
recogniseing that he never speaks to me with a tounge but with a hart.
turning that metal hope into a grinding past the key hole
beyond what i long for.

twixt like siamease
sealed into worlds
beyond a voice how i love his words.

You no who you are x.

[FallingLeaves]

Beautiful.....just beautiful grey helm.

[Jeb]

I love the way your sentences transform before they reach their end. They defy grammar but do so in what I find to be a very captivating way. I can't help liking this. Really interesting and full of great images.

Thanks for sharing, grey helm. Always a pleasure to read your stuff.

[Azrienoch]

That really was very lovely, thank you.