Flowers of tomorrow
She takes to the fields with less than a goodbye
Embracing all the soul of the sun, wind, sky
Silhouettes as we are left in the shadow of the door
The cover of all bright lights giving us solitude
Neon in the alleyways of greased memories
Injured beyond the thoughts of my dying reveries
Occluded by periphery and gargantuan senses
Implicit in their discovery of the ***** of time
Hope and death and sorrow and gain
Paint all the gates of joy and sacrifice
Meander in the fields of the day
Yesterday and today take up my way.
Jul 10, 2011
Jul 10, 2011 at 7:51 AM UTC
Flowers of tomorrow
She takes to the fields with less than a goodbye
Embracing all the soul of the sun, wind, sky
Silhouettes as we are left in the shadow of the door
The cover of all bright lights giving us solitude
Neon in the alleyways of greased memories
Injured beyond the thoughts of my dying reveries
Occluded by periphery and gargantuan senses
Implicit in their discovery of the ***** of time
Hope and death and sorrow and gain
Paint all the gates of joy and sacrifice
Meander in the fields of the day
Yesterday and today take up my way.
© Helios Rietberg, July 2011
