it was a mere figment

clouds in the water
drops in the sky

her wonders went up high

while orange and pink turned
dark and blue
the two young sat together
on the hill covered in flowers

the wind, now cooler on their skin,
carried a faint cherry smell
the two young exchanged words
that were just now set free

on this spring almost summer night
where there was no thunder in sight
the two young felt something bloom
as they each left their private room

on a warm summer night in July
a young girl settled down in the valley of roses
lips curved up in a smile
while the grass tickled her fingers
her eyes wandered up to the sky
at the stars who were beaming

the moon felt bright
she was in love with the sight

‘’we should live on mars”
she said
the boy turned to face the other
saw the stars in her eyes
and swore the girl was worth more
than the days and nights combined

“where even the fairies can’t find us”
she continued
the boy looked up at the sky
that had long turned dark
over the moon he was for her

together,
the two young sat on the hill
covered in pink
in their own little world
and the boy softly held her hand

angels were dancing
underneath the violet sky
they had found the light

drops fell to the ground
while the sun was beaming

“c’est trop beau!”
they sang
at the end of the rainbow

he carried the ocean in his eyes
it had never been flooded
till that one day
it spilled, flooding his mind
drowning his views
making him lost
until he would one day find,
the eye of the storm

plummeted into the depths
sounds were heard
yet too faint to be received

drowning in her thoughts

swimming in her never-ending cycle
she was out of breath
before she even knew where to head