quiet transformation
a flower unfurls

beauty of nature
mirrored beauty in souls

flowers are silent
speaking with other tongues

songs of the meadow
frolicking lambs and calves.

spirals forever unfurling
a galaxy, a flower
children nursed in the womb.

We cling to dead air
Holding on to broken promises
And feelings that are not there.
We dwell on the scars
Carved with care across our heart.
Trying to place our finger on
The beginning of the end
Or the end of the start.

Our dearest departed
Left us used and disheartened.
While the sins of the father
Gave birth to disaster
Born in the shape of a man.
The harder we cling to shadows
The more we long for shade.
The more our grip shall weaken
As those we love slip far away.

The wind speaks in warnings
Passed fast from leaf to leaf.
The rustle of the undergrow
Stirs firm in disbelief.
Pitters and patters scatter
The fallen pain.
The last acorn of the season
Falls,
A final act of treason.
A beacon among the coming rain.

Echoes run amok.
Shadows of sound
Surround,
Then drown in rock.
The bleating of a flock,
Lost on familiar ground.
A shepherd led to slaughter
By his daughter he was found,

Proud.

Lame.

Eyes locked on long lost clouds,
The shroud that might hide his shame.

Flashes of long lost decadence
Clothed in shabby cloaks of misdemeanor.
Windswept nostalgia, stayed and sleeved
By the breeze that haunts a forests tree.

Leave it be, the wind said to me.
Let the leaves be leaves,  
Let the trees be trees,
For their roots run deep,
Far deeper than you may perceive.

This life has had it's way
This place has had its way with me
This loss that burns so cold
Won't back down it will never go away

These dying breaths are fading now
Seems like breathing has lost its charm
That flame i once felt inside
Seems the glow finally died

The memories i had of you
And the place where we ran through
Streams and waterfalls
The memories are fading now
Just like the strength that carried us through
Dreams and waterfalls

Is this what it will come to?
A drowning pool of hopeless heartache
A pond where memories die
Slowly drained and washed away

If i had the strength i would lift us up
If i had some more undiscovered ways
But this time it is real
This time i will surely die

This is the last goodbye
The final words of regret
This is the last goodbye before i die

I think fondly.
About the end.
Of death.

No more depression.
No more thoughts.
No more failures to be ashamed of.

A still peaceful calm.
That I won't experience.

No loss.
No wants.
No screaming at the sun for everything to stop.
No fear.
No disappointment.
No wondering why.
No socialising.
No self doubt.
No never eating.

And all these addictions.
Will just end.

No one to let me down.
No more discomfort.
No wasting idle time.

I will be and recede.
Into the nothingness I crave.

An eternal dreamless sleep.

Its heaven really.