Colossal, climactic clouds
Caught in a canopy of blue
Clear.
Cascading.
Calming.
Captures eyes within it's countless hues.
A blue of such hue my mind never once knew
Least that's what i felt
And it definately felt true.
Simultaneously I see sudden shooting sunlight
A seamlessly stupendous splendor, it stammers my senses
It shines, shimmers, sinks into my supple skin.
My Stimulations soaking; I submit from within
I succumb.
I smirk.
I think and say
'Surrounded by shivering delight, Surely I am safe today!'
Least, that is what it felt to be true.
But as if i actually knew.
Whilst waning wrapping waves
Of whipping white-water
Washes out to a wide horizon
Willingly captures my once wandering eyes.
Wait though.
It's all sinking in now. Woe.
Weeping with what I wanted to be joy
I wail
I whisper 'Where does the water start, and the sky begin?'
And that question, triggers it within.
The last word really
Begin.
When did this begin?
And a blanket of black, blinding blankness, descends.
I blame
I whimper
I whisper
'Did it really have to end?'
But it has the better of me now.
And harsh reality I cannot shake.
I wake.
Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 10:13 PM UTC
Colossal, climactic clouds
Caught in a canopy of blue
Clear.
Cascading.
Calming.
Captures eyes within it's countless hues.
A blue of such hue my mind never once knew
Least that's what i felt
And it definately felt true.
Simultaneously I see sudden shooting sunlight
A seamlessly stupendous splendor, it stammers my senses
It shines, shimmers, sinks into my supple skin.
My Stimulations soaking; I submit from within
I succumb.
I smirk.
I think and say
'Surrounded by shivering delight, Surely I am safe today!'
Least, that is what it felt to be true.
But as if i actually knew.
Whilst waning wrapping waves
Of whipping white-water
Washes out to a wide horizon
Willingly captures my once wandering eyes.
Wait though.
It's all sinking in now. Woe.
Weeping with what I wanted to be joy
I wail
I whisper 'Where does the water start, and the sky begin?'
And that question, triggers it within.
The last word really
Begin.
When did this begin?
And a blanket of black, blinding blankness, descends.
I blame
I whimper
I whisper
'Did it really have to end?'
But it has the better of me now.
And harsh reality I cannot shake.
I wake.
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