alchemy-4

It seem's the sun is on this desk. Delicate by design intertwined. 
As it raises beyond the crest.
It's length is in a bind.
Thought&nbsp;&nbsp;it does not even strain.
No it doesn't mind.

Yellow

The rough uncertainty ran crosswise in a seemingly random design.
The continuity of it was in decline. Time forming before me as the gravity did act.
Slowly tugging downward as strength is what it lacked.

Throughout the glass

What stop's me from moving closer, what stops me from calling out, the dobut inside will burn me alive but i know you can live without.