Drone/Song
by Thamyris
Wired monsters hum
Lumbering thoughtlessly
Faces from its belly peer, weary
Their essence blurred
Into placid reflections sucked
Puddled surfaces
Swallowed left
Then spat right
Dismally into inky eventide
A drone–song–hummed
Or sung
In melancholy tones
Symphonic prelude
Behind my whispers
And guided tours
Driven lightly ‘cross your neck
Let others watch
I could care not
By streetlight and dark
These famished fingers cry
To peel dark from your skin
One inch at a time
Provide you cause
To join this city’s song
With moans of your own
Carried weightless
Wafted down upon these cold
Steel beasts
Castles and streets
Be we peasants, kings or priests
Let longing lead release
Until you sing for me
~Tam
Thamyris Ward 
I love the imagery you flourish here. I actually had to read it twice to be sure what I was seeing. What I was hearing over the noise of the underground, the rattle of traffic and the pounding from within.
Twice? It seems I may yet manage to capture your interest as you have captured mine.
I am intrigued to be sure. š
You are quiet tonight
My evening has been piled with distractions. Even as I write this, I am escaping into a side room for a bit of solace. I assure you, my spirit is with you. My silence stems from the cacophony of my surroundings this evening. Not from a tainted mood. Perhaps you care to share your thoughts with me while mine are so scattered?
My Thoughts are spilling over with words (as they often do in the late hours. I have been listening to this over and over and over …and over…and writing poems from the soul ( to be posted out tomorrow while I’m busy Christmas Shopping and otherwise distracted) If you care to, sit back, close your eyes, and get swept away.
Ah, a favorite of mine. I have many nights fallen back on this movie (and its soundtrack) for inspiration and companionship. A wonderful selection.