Yellow fire Golden flame Cooled by blue And purple rain Reduced to vapor Climbs the air A translucent Momentary flare life is but a whisper just a moment no- a dream precious and revokable yet common and routine Demise is but a gift Wrapped up in bittersweet release Tied together with elation Tagged with flagrant disbelief The soul is moaning Groaning, sighing Ripping at the seams Buckling under the weight And crying- We smother - We muffle her screams We build our little kingdoms up Between two story walls A false alluring comfort beckons Echoes through the halls Phantoms of what never was Haunt all that might have been Pasted over Hidden under- Leaks to our chagrin We beg of time a moment To undo what has been done Climbing past the present truth To reach whats moving on Clawing, grasping, willing Our touch past our fingertips Wrap them around memories And clench them in our grip
Posted on: Sun, 09 Mar 2014 06:33:02 +0000
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