Resting Bones

Bones resting beneath the greens singing the songs of the past,

When the sleeping sun ignites the mountain of thoughts!

Who is it dancing on the old broken guitar
The demon?
Like a beautiful black rainbow holding the two ends of this journey!
Watching it dance to the holy tunes, the breathe falls in love with the air around!

The shadows of my hands trying to reach the dark skies,
What are they after? The Moon? Sneaking like the spies into the dark heavens! To steal her?

For when the hands of the clock make love, the worlds above and below switch their roles,
Is when the souls of the past see the unseen light!

Is when my demons gather. Ask am I alone? With all those demons both good and bad playing to the tunes of the cold winds dancing on the dark red wine!

The poetry igniting my way on this broken bridge,
With no light within! Is the other side going to be another dark garden? Who knows what the sleeping sun has planned!