It feels like our sun has split, temp is turning route and stoney grey white light now dips sooner still. No burning haze, nor warmth caught in open play and less so the golden rays from evening shades.
Darkened days will cling to run amongst us, when there's no fire blown above the hills. Age displayed as others ill now start to wilt, and aloft the silence drops without response.
Our sweet retreat returns from deeper dreams, before the fresh breath glimpsed in brand new air gives us this good grace of green again. The sense of death keeps seeping in resolve, for future stories to reflect as we continue to unfold.
We see life as we were told, Obstacles in our path may be fiery or cold! We don't know, what the future holds? We just write as the moments unfold, Taking leads from new and old, We keep writing until our eyes get closed, Because we never know, when the writings are going to turn into gold...
Fiery here refers to hot... Tried another flow of rhymes... And some thoughts of mine too😅
what if I have a little too much Bacardi and I am stumbling around the party would you take care of me or use me would you pull my hair back as I spew out my regrets watch me undress, caress my silhouette don’t neglect, ******* like a cigarette knew since we first met, you rev me up like a corvette what's next, what's next every since you step into my life its been just blessed I confess it's been stressful trying to get a handle or a grip on you and your fit is so cool you make me want you, so smooth you want me to want to do things I don’t usually do give up the flower as you f*ck me in the shower never thought I would be like this, you are my weakness smiling during the fall of the tower
a stranger to all and family to few I stand before you, unknown and masked in anonymity my pen speaks volumes my voice could never reach, today I lift the veil and show you the woman hidden between the lines, introductions.
Oh moonchild, it is safe now, Unfold your layers till you discover the stardust and ecstasy residing within.
You are but a speck in the creation of life, born of constellations your mind cannot fathom, existing parallel to each equinox awaited, although the vast is mystified and serene, remember oh moonchild, you are deserving of the radiance you shine onto others.
Unfold your layers and look inward for there you will find, the glories the skies contain confide the very heart which you thought benign.