To be able to take things like a breeze;
Let fate pass by in the flow of time ;
To be able to enjoy the little time we have in our short and sweet lives ;
A blessing indeed ;
A laugh as adorable as a lamb;
Eyes that shine in curiosity as of a new soul happy to be a part of the grand scheme of things ;
To be able to be in bliss in such a vicious cycle of life;
A free soul indeed.
                                          -Opal.

As the rain passes by, the autumn leaves peek through
the acorns tumbled down the earth, it felt like home again.
we sat by the fire alone ,the words fell out
a whisper of ember
felt like fire lit up in an ice cold aura
locks with delicate crinkled waves like the maple leaves
that get flown away by  cold breezes
your eyes freckled  with gold and a gaze of raw honey
the notion I left behind with the remains of
ash and smoke from sparks of the dying fire. - Opal

The lush green leaves that bathe in the glory of  the sun;
        golden leaves of age fading away as the wind rises;
        the tears of joy that linger onto leaves on a new beginning ;
        the canopies that  stage the songbirds'  orchestras ;
        the creek that shimmers in the chuckles of the children of light;
          the young little blossoms that lie on the tender grass bed;
          to reach the highest and embrace the warmth and the
           radiance of a star,
            as passionate as you. - Opal.

The tension among the stars to glaze the sky better than the other;
The serene gaze of the pale light from the night's jewel grasps our sight;
the void that fills the mind and spills over the brim of our souls;
The little eyes that dazzle our thoughts away,
leaving us with nothing to lose,
just like the fleeting veils of white that drift away.
                                                                    - Opal.

A smile that can light up a black hole
With laughter that thunders the underworld
Arms as strong as vibranium
And the sheath of joy she wears on herself at all times .
She jumps with spirits of joy ,life and this unfound source of energy .
Like fireworks she lights up our skies
Adding streaks of colour, blazing spark
In the trance remaining wild ,untamed and restless as she never dims like an orb of light . -opal

She sways in the motion of the ocean currents as she bends like waves.
Her eyes two pearls lost in the buried shells of the deep that reflects the secrets the sea keeps.
Her hair , a river flowing away, nevertheless breaking away.
She bends and mends like ocean’s will as waves crash and winds blow ,as water crashes but never falls .
Her heart as enormous as the ocean with eyes that reflect the moon’s glow.
Tangled in echoes of the unknown  as she looks back to an endless odyssey to the depths of her own.

When Mr Sunny side up entered the room, the glitter Flew up to the moon.
Wherever he is, brighter the day This lovely boy full of cheer.
Wherever he goes, the cool winds blow The sun burns in jealousy of how bright he shines.
As he flashes his smile , we pay him a dime.
All the ladies melt by the slick in his stride .
As he flips his hair, all the girls host a fan fair.
Wherever he goes, whatever he does, we all follow like ducks in a line. -Opal

As I jumped over the wired fence of the farm,
I felt guilt of throwing away my life purpose of  being of liking to your taste buds.
After all I was inferior to you,
After all I was born to be of use to you.
After all, I was just a an item when you  chose when you dined out.
I barely had left all chaos behind when I felt this feeling to go back to you being a slave to my taste.
As I was passing through the creak .
I saw my kind,not drowning in its own tears as a silent choir of suffering.
Suffocated with filth all around.
Instead it was as if the clouds itself had descended down to kiss the never ending meadows.
I was astonished that my kind of people were capable of having such a life,
An art  of thriving in a boundless world.
I heard faint sounds of the weeping lambs,
As I opened my eyes to see halls of blood.
I realised that all I had seen and felt all this time was just moments before my purpose in life was served.The seven minutes that I spent imagining how I could have lived.
-Opal

tiny bare bodies of joy that waddled in shallow lucid waters.
the pond hidden away behind the blooming green  that the toads slumbered upon.
the nibble of life, so small that tickled my breath away.
the ducks and geese that waddled all around.
A bright morning of nothing but chuckles and giggles.
The stomachs of void  left behind by ecstasy.
The bliss felt by every part of your entity.
Leaving nothing else to be curious of in life.
The hunger of curiosity butchered by euphoria.
The sinless purity ripped away as you mature.
As no man exists without an affair.
As this would always be a souvenir of a time of a moment of perfect harmony.
-Opal.