Blossoms bow to their God,
Calmly carving paths
Across the evening tide.
Petals whisper their last prayers
Toward the darkening sky.
Tucked up sound within their beds,
Huddled close beside the corner
Of the gardening shed.
Basking in long shadows of
Weary light,
Wanting only to stop and rest for the night.
Until at least the darkness breaks,
Dawn peeks and brings a sense of change.
Today we erase yesterdays mistakes.

Atlas wept for the world above
And for the burden that he bears.
A weight waylaid by mortal love,
A weight made heavy by despair.

Shoulders burning on aether shores
Orchestral spheres fall into view.
Conducted celestial tears,
Run glacial currents of blue...

And Red.

Always Red,

This knight of that crimson hue
Forgot the purpose of his charge,
Cast off all the burdens that he knew.

Sadly,

That includes me and you.