Rows of pastel houses lining the springy green grass Green Blue Yellow The soft sound of wind chimes is heard in the distance Ring-a-ling Ring-a-ding Her long brown hair is swept up in the gentle breeze like waves looking up at an everlasting sunset
When my sister sits on the train She loves people watching And she watches the murals go by Like sunsets and rises Of new days My sister does not dwell on the tracks When we walk to the train. They terrify her She runs past them, She is anxious and evening and morning. The train is a path to the next day I have never seen someone dwell On the train tracks Waiting for a train to come To dissolve the path to the next day And leave them dead But I wonder If that one who passed yesterday Was once terrified of train tracks And if they ever rode the train Before there were murals On a path to the next day.
The wind wrestles with my hair And fills my cheeks with pink. The thickness of the day surrenders to the coolness of the night. Fleeting hues of violet and yellow Set my heart on fire A promise of warmth. The world is still. But the fire goes out and the shadows flood in Unveiling the deepest depths of darkness The stars scream out: The sun will rise again, The sun will rise again.
The sunset by the sea My feet *****, embedded in the sand As the waves greet me with ferocity
Punching back with clenched fists Saltwater foam, elegant comb through my hair The ocean with all its depth condescending
All the colours of the universe in a sky tainted, so gloriously painted like a fresco Of an olden cathedral I'd never seen
Sweat and salt and sand in my clothes My eyes swollen, their whites stolen unconsciously Innocent are not the tears of the sea ---
Slow as the waves recede with the retreating tide So does the venom in my veins and come loose the nails in my head The shore sprayed with new hope The night sky of a new moon arrives Darkness heralds doubt Yet I'm relieved to be in the absence of the light that seeked to blind me last night
Went to my grandma's place by the sea. Needed a little headspace, and a lot of grandma's cooking :) I feel light after spending an afternoon at the beach, letting the waves hit me. And all this without a single smoke!