Shadows In The Dusk

As the Sun Seeps into the bones, A gust of wild wind Carries an uneven blow With a smell of stale conjugation From the distant shores of life, Drifts into my blood. The tired afternoon Crushes the wild buds of desire Grinds the crystals of sweet dreams Into powders of slow death To mix with my evening drinks. As I start ruminating, Listening to the stories of- The youth of angry butterflies, The dreams of hungry pythons, The smells of drying plants in Autumn gardens of the alien, The tired Sun sets of The kissing lips, I doze, sitting on my couch Where the river of pain Snakes through The valley of shadowed heart.