Heavy rain shatters the earth. Reflective shards fly upwards, Spelling out the meaning of life.
Consciousness, The chemical reaction, The purple end of Winter Whispering, Molding the Silent cascade.
Exchanging shoulders on The park bench, wind Wiping away the strands Of history from her face. Trees dripping with sweat, Leaves rustling and buzzing Around our earlobes As the forbidden skyline Sings in black and white.
Orange light finding me Again within the kaleidoscope, Scattering a distant caress. The world bending and And breaking to compliment The shape of my aching eyes.
In this prism I’m witness to Every crime, I savor every Love etched into the sharp Edges of every lost soul. I smell the ashes of A fallen empire; I hear the wax sigh of the last man Sitting across from an empty seat When the bar lights come on