Gaze rests upon red, red roses encased in a purple vase Hear warm, safe voices A melody carried along Words of affirmation, love, trust Wind kisses flowing through window wrapped in its arms tossed away
Every day at nightfall the sun sets herself on fire in an immaculate public display of affection. Vibrantly glowing in shades of vermillion before vanishing beyond the horizon, surrendering the day to the darkness of night.
Her departure, a self sacrifice, generously offering her light so that the moon may shine so brightly.
There are three known states in which substance is to exist:
A solid, which has a definite shape and volume. Liquids, although having a definite volume, can only take the shape of that which contains them. Gases; death and beauty in our conundrum; have no definitive shape, nor volume.
Ice Water Air
The ethereal nature that does exist, An un-defining ethos, This trinity of you.
Somewhat loosely inspired by Teodoro Ronquillo's Apr 2 poem, Kristal at Tubig.