time withers all things
the flowers bloom and die
our hands become wrinkled
like these sheets we lie in
the ocean pecks the shore
just as long as a timid twinkle
or for a split second spark
whatever lady moon will allow
quickly changing moods fall
like leaves on the bough
until the ground is covered
with failed hopes and possibilities
our eyes filled with reverie
our lips blossomed with fertility
overflowing visions of devotion
until we conceived it in our hearts
we extend our sentiments
toward the sun beams to flourish
in summer's warm upbringing
growing still and unyielding
but even rooted woods expire
and live bodies will discard their skin
their feathers, teeth, and hair
like we shed layers of attire
the bulb above will burn out
exhaust all of its energy for us
and we deliver nothing in return
we're merely more matter to spread
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 4:02 PM UTC
time withers all things
the flowers bloom and die
our hands become wrinkled
like these sheets we lie in
the ocean pecks the shore
just as long as a timid twinkle
or for a split second spark
whatever lady moon will allow
quickly changing moods fall
like leaves on the bough
until the ground is covered
with failed hopes and possibilities
our eyes filled with reverie
our lips blossomed with fertility
overflowing visions of devotion
until we conceived it in our hearts
we extend our sentiments
toward the sun beams to flourish
in summer's warm upbringing
growing still and unyielding
but even rooted woods expire
and live bodies will discard their skin
their feathers, teeth, and hair
like we shed layers of attire
the bulb above will burn out
exhaust all of its energy for us
and we deliver nothing in return
we're merely more matter to spread