Under a dismal sky that a day has left behind lay a pair of darling eyes, glazed over, and over flowing of an expose in try hard tone of expression beyond the furthest reaches of a known love to this life. A flower in full bloom is noticing it’s own whither whilst employing all that can be to stay fluorescent and benevolent to the world what feeds the ever growing discontentment, an unhappiness spiting the very existence of such a pure possession of beauty has dreadfully ensued.
Their sight is cast upon the yard behind which the bedroom window overlooks, as the striking blue things climb the daylight to the rooftop of this tangible world, they call out in most stunning silence to their shroud that is to be starry within an hour. It has been heavy on the mind, heavy on the heart and of a heavy timeline soaring swiftly into the presence of this day. Far be it for one, or any who have so many times, in doubt looked away from these smiling eyes crying for help to postpone, let alone altogether impede such a process that mutes all that is, all that ever could be and hoards the very breath of a tender life undiscovered.
It is with severe regret and loathing shame that a soul despair to the depths of a sea of illness that spreads as a wildfire, devouring lights in the soul, words from the mouth, care from the heart and strength of the mind, and reduces our world’s cancers to a cool fever perishing within a day. This infirmity fixes black seed within the main artery of the body, that which makes known the importance of life as our ever-joyful endeavor.
Blueness fades into gray and dry cheeks falter to the first tear as a myriad of memories possessing unsurpassed love rush violently through, dowsing a dieing mind as they are chased off one last time by the plague that is ordered by eternity to descend finally on the virgin soil that has grown this precious being into a magnificent contradiction to life itself and one of endless potential.
As the corrupting darkness wanes the spirit from the earth, the earth salutes the spirit in its own beautiful way and every star in sight winks one last time as the overpowering shroud is pulled more fully over the western light.
A shame and none the less it is that so much could ever be set to rest in so little a proclamation.
’goodbye and I love you’
Their sight is cast upon the yard behind which the bedroom window overlooks, as the striking blue things climb the daylight to the rooftop of this tangible world, they call out in most stunning silence to their shroud that is to be starry within an hour. It has been heavy on the mind, heavy on the heart and of a heavy timeline soaring swiftly into the presence of this day. Far be it for one, or any who have so many times, in doubt looked away from these smiling eyes crying for help to postpone, let alone altogether impede such a process that mutes all that is, all that ever could be and hoards the very breath of a tender life undiscovered.
It is with severe regret and loathing shame that a soul despair to the depths of a sea of illness that spreads as a wildfire, devouring lights in the soul, words from the mouth, care from the heart and strength of the mind, and reduces our world’s cancers to a cool fever perishing within a day. This infirmity fixes black seed within the main artery of the body, that which makes known the importance of life as our ever-joyful endeavor.
Blueness fades into gray and dry cheeks falter to the first tear as a myriad of memories possessing unsurpassed love rush violently through, dowsing a dieing mind as they are chased off one last time by the plague that is ordered by eternity to descend finally on the virgin soil that has grown this precious being into a magnificent contradiction to life itself and one of endless potential.
As the corrupting darkness wanes the spirit from the earth, the earth salutes the spirit in its own beautiful way and every star in sight winks one last time as the overpowering shroud is pulled more fully over the western light.
A shame and none the less it is that so much could ever be set to rest in so little a proclamation.
’goodbye and I love you’
Posts
No comments:
Post a Comment