Best 34 quotes of Phen Weston on MyQuotes

Autumn rolls against us― outside the morning chorus― you roll over― held in ivory sheets― looking― dawning tenderness in sleepy auroras sermon― animation paved the simplest rule― along those stationary moments― and I fell for you in those words― it's so hard to get out of bed with you there―

Can you see me― floating among those star fuelled dreams― stripped back to atoms across the night sky in iridescent tones― of nimble highs―

Emerald leaves crossed our paths with veracity marked in golden drafts, somewhere deep amid the pending vapours of humility and dance, did we dance across the skies?

Enchanted caprice, you are my chrysalis, protective over me in each of our long days.

Fly away,” sang little lark to the crow, “There is no home for you Among the broken promises and empty hearts. We drew the life we never mourned, away with fading dark. Your wings are fashioned from the cold, mindless lies of feathers tarred with pitch!

If I could count the infinity of you I’d place each second within your soul, and lay my breath between the stars that form your heart and whole.

I keep your soul In my ageing wallet, The unimportant stuff (Money, cards, coins) Stay loose in my pocket, A place as fickle as they.

I remember your shadow― those faded lines between the cracking clouds above― strained in hues of solitude― a simple kiss― against the night we forced among the stars― locked into places fashioned from old snapshots―

I typed regret into a search engine and the familiar face of Hemingway appeared. Were his words poured out for me like wine waiting for lost hearts?

I was misplaced air that cradled all around you, held to cobalt skies to shelter your fledgling wings.

I wondered where those roads, in which the world diverged, became the promises of another life, the hilly embankment that touched the horizon in tranquil virescent spikes, splattered with hazel lines, that conquered truth and candour.

Love, an endless cacophony Of hopes and dreams, Soon to suffer the ravages Of infinite time, turning To dust, heavenly stardust, Crumbling, engulfing, drowned In the black hole of all there is.

Moonlight bounces tears across the tops of trees, switch blade shadows at our throats, where life’s lacerations approach for romance.

Now I am free, the lord of evermore hopes, amid kingdoms lit by azure fires, absolute in self-remembered fortune

On a hill we rest, Watching virtue Hold the heavens.

Pixelated images Dance across the carpet, Perhaps today Will wish the world anew...

Remember me when faded illumination transcends my name- Remarks are heard with beating silence and I am born on tranquil starlight-

Sky aflame With vermillion passion Adrift Empty streets Silently serenade Silken Within my pocket Hemingway hums Static.

The last of us fell between the concrete fractures and steel memories of life. Nature gave the lot and we took with our eyes closed until nobody remained.

The night, cold and silent, Held a warmth and sound That echoed through my thoughts. It wasn’t deafening as it crashed All around, only mildly amusing. The shadows devoured the light Which gracefully enhanced Their deep rich darkness. The world circled and danced, Leapt and ran, swimming Throughout the witching hour.

There’s a heat wave coming The wireless claims, a British summer, Of wants and expectations That never seem to materialise.

The Tuesday Seamstress said our souls were sewn apart. Delicate embroidered tomorrows travelled without a start.

The wind took me away from you, Draped with fear, waking nightmare, I lost all sense of who I could become, Your exuberant hold slipped away, Irresolute, impulsive, irreconcilable.

Through births and deaths, Haunting oceans of emptiness, She solely walks with Universal falling stars.

Today words curve around my vision, Stumbling from my parched core To soak again those strands of silence.

Under the rose I whispered her honour and watched her move parapets in umbra –

Was it privilege to love you? Painted hues of viridescent lives to those lost seconds when we saw the world begin again in strides.

We danced among deafening light, As blinding thunder buried down To where the physical lost control, I watched you twirl, loop, spiral Like true elegance had been Your binding wish to hold you To this figmental holy kingdom,

We swim against― our own sweet moments― lapping the hours in expanded pleasures that swagger away― our wilting sentience― pretending to be― existent―

What is the measure of life But the distance travelled From womb to catacomb, Does the ever after take account?

What sanctuary is there in indulging the whims of falling stars?

Who knew such belongings? That the truest love Could blend The margins of life Into forgotten wants.

Who knew those detached words could conjure silent vows― flaming― fide et amor ― nothing lasts forever―

Willow trees up high bend amid ancient knowledge shared softly by antique winds. Through attained wisdom they mature, strong and certain, enchanting the bygone winds