Tears of the Sun shrouded by clouds
make their way to Earth
for she can feel her sorrow
better than anyone else

darling Earth prepares the green
so when the Sun is ready to be seen,
the earth blooms from her rays of light
and is reminded that she is
just as important as everything else in this universe.

Twist and turn, avoid the blackberry vines
as I
                   descend
                                 down
                  the
staircase
As my sneakers touch the freshly cut grass,
I run past the thorns and shrooms
the atmosphere filled with soft piano notes
but my heart pounds like a drum aching in suspense
the gravity of eonic stars demanding to be seen
while I pray I remain hidden from everyone

For once in my tedious, shelled life I let myself
Breathe
in the humid air of summer
Breathe
in the midnight ocean breeze
Breathe
in the smell of his skin
Breathe
in the first taste of freedom.

The ocean waves back and brings forth
  alluring new minerals and crystals for me to indulge
The stars are laid out upon a swirl of ebony and indigo clouds
Tonic daywalkers and the king-queen owls of midnight
but we are neither yet birds of a feather
I hear the whistle and barreling of a cargo train
we watch as the tracks screech and embers fling into the air like
hysterical fireflies, O what sights to see!

Time clashes it's whip against the fantasy of this world
for mourning is to come, as anticipated
But I look into your eyes and I see the ocean and it's gems
endless and shimmering with affection and acceptance
I press my sneakers between the railings and screech
embers fling from my mouth for I have found new love
a new beginning for me to take on.

We all eventually walk the path of black
narrow, claustrophobic
burrowing deeper and deeper like synapses of the mind
run, tumble, twist, contort yourself to just move along
until you're nothing but a crumbled mess
consumed by the insanity of the labyrinth and dwelling on previous trails that have taken you awry

Then you realize that this is the way things are meant to be
this is the price of freedom, this is the cost of living dangerously
the path is not black, it is unknown
and the path is not one path, it's a manifold of possibility
mystified truth and purpose around every turn, finally found
demented trails leading to dead ends, learned opportunity costs

Forgive the ***** that drenched your vantage point
strike a match and burn it to the ground if you must
but reserve them, those paths unknown you know now
and take it from there

For a fruitful outcome, one must prune the branches
and what is life without pain and suffering? A delightful fallacy.