castaways in honey-colored eyes

the air exudes a voracity of springs of ashes
emulating the last days of Herculaneum
colors buried under a mantle of volcanic stone...
mirage of ancestral spells
fascinating beyond the Milky Way
castaways in honey-colored eyes...
vintage made coal
for indomitable fires
salting dreams of gold and sapphire...
mysteries of an empathy of blue and blackberry
perfect work of a God who was believed to exist
denying me the love of the most beautiful Sherazad...