There is magic
In days spent by the ocean,
In warm laughter and soft breeze.
To live by the world,
Trusting,
Eyes lit with color
Yellow, Vivid, Alive with flowers
Of rich sun, lovely on skin and the taste of summer.
Hearts brimming,
Nights with stars.
Brown, deep earthy tones
Fingers in dirt, texture, rich
He steps steps. On stone,
Up up
Climbs, until it ends and he sees it all;
Vast, glorious, skyward
The clouds, a painting on sky canvas
Blue, the deepest blue, underwater blue
All around and he swims with her stories
She doesn't once let him down
Each is special
Dark, reminiscent dark, scary dark
Cigarette smoke in clean air,
Dreary.
Fights, Poverty, Death
Close in on him, remind him Bright and Dark,
Exist.
She asks with this do you trust me?
His answer is Green, Forest green
Simply life,
Trails through high grass parted
With curious hands and he sees cliffs
and beneath lakes
and it is beautiful
Nightfall and stars like anvil sparks alongside the moon,
He loves the moon
It spins, and he moves with it
No longer struggling
He sees the edge and beyond it unknown
And the boy who lived by the world
Falls.
And waits for it to catch him
Feb 6, 2014
Feb 6, 2014 at 1:13 AM UTC
There is magic
In days spent by the ocean,
In warm laughter and soft breeze.
To live by the world,
Trusting,
Eyes lit with color
Yellow, Vivid, Alive with flowers
Of rich sun, lovely on skin and the taste of summer.
Hearts brimming,
Nights with stars.
Brown, deep earthy tones
Fingers in dirt, texture, rich
He steps steps. On stone,
Up up
Climbs, until it ends and he sees it all;
Vast, glorious, skyward
The clouds, a painting on sky canvas
Blue, the deepest blue, underwater blue
All around and he swims with her stories
She doesn't once let him down
Each is special
Dark, reminiscent dark, scary dark
Cigarette smoke in clean air,
Dreary.
Fights, Poverty, Death
Close in on him, remind him Bright and Dark,
Exist.
She asks with this do you trust me?
His answer is Green, Forest green
Simply life,
Trails through high grass parted
With curious hands and he sees cliffs
and beneath lakes
and it is beautiful
Nightfall and stars like anvil sparks alongside the moon,
He loves the moon
It spins, and he moves with it
No longer struggling
He sees the edge and beyond it unknown
And the boy who lived by the world
Falls.
And waits for it to catch him
