Eon Ion

Engaged inside empty space
Place, a face without a trace

Nearby to nothingness
Not anything, anything but nothing

Mesmerised, an unusual surmise
Surreal I realise, inside nothing

Orb, shelter from the storm, look back
Looking glass, flecks of imperfect persona

Cutting words, my best friend, descend
Extend the contradiction with diction

Cruel tongues, empty hopeless souls
Mindful to remind, of a rise before a fall

Decorous medals of honour
Upon her brazened tourniquet

A poem from Rising Shoots & Falling Stars Love Caught in the Crossfire - Available from iTunes - see details by clicking on this text