Post by Amaranthine Case on May 20, 2005 23:07:36 GMT -5
Not something recent...this was from about a year ago, when I still used to write poetry and prose.
As the autumn’s leaves struggled across the ground, I kissed you thoughtfully in my mind. My emotions focused on you, as the shadows of lost hopes fluttered away, searching for new friends. I knew it would never last. I knew that day would come again, like it had done to the insects now lying face-up on the stone. The stone we used to sit on, our toes basking in the warm summer air, a poem come back to life from the last author’s dying dreams. We held hands, absorbing the fire that flowed through this charismatic Sunday morning. Leaving in darkness, we laid in the grass, watching the stars rearrange themselves to signify our love. Our minds trembled under the coldness of the winter sky, drops of glimmering snow falling onto us, wondering where all the flames had perished to. Stealing the blanket of air from each other, we struck down the stars the spelt our names so brightly in the sky. They formed into another constellation that we viewed differently, yet still as one. We sank into the waves of breezes, after one last kiss that reeked of lost passion. Finding another tree to sit by would be difficult next year, for you knew the leaves would never be as vibrant as they were that fall night. They would never stand out in the dull night sky again as they had before. You knew that the embers had fallen, and that living wasn’t through for you...and you never looked up at the sky again. My waiting dreams were high above your head, only waiting for you to gaze up and sing to the heavens of your turmoil. The angels above called out your name, waiting for you to reach your hands up and accept their loving arms. Instead, you let the diminished grass caress you until it returned to a full shade of dim green once again. The clouds darkened as crystalline drops of hatred raced your tears down your face, and you wondered why you never listened to the wind’s melodies before. You thought they were only lying to you, but it was a mistake added to your passing. The sun glowed brightly, but the scorching fiery heat never dried away the streamlined tears across your face. They retracted from the sun’s comforting and warmth, leaving you as freezing as the last fall night. Astonished, you wondered where you had gone to in your mind so as to leave it all so frustrated with you. Nothing would ever be the same again, you thought, as the sweet grass turned brighter, then died off into a deadly gray, and the leaves began to fall once more.
As the autumn’s leaves struggled across the ground, I kissed you thoughtfully in my mind. My emotions focused on you, as the shadows of lost hopes fluttered away, searching for new friends. I knew it would never last. I knew that day would come again, like it had done to the insects now lying face-up on the stone. The stone we used to sit on, our toes basking in the warm summer air, a poem come back to life from the last author’s dying dreams. We held hands, absorbing the fire that flowed through this charismatic Sunday morning. Leaving in darkness, we laid in the grass, watching the stars rearrange themselves to signify our love. Our minds trembled under the coldness of the winter sky, drops of glimmering snow falling onto us, wondering where all the flames had perished to. Stealing the blanket of air from each other, we struck down the stars the spelt our names so brightly in the sky. They formed into another constellation that we viewed differently, yet still as one. We sank into the waves of breezes, after one last kiss that reeked of lost passion. Finding another tree to sit by would be difficult next year, for you knew the leaves would never be as vibrant as they were that fall night. They would never stand out in the dull night sky again as they had before. You knew that the embers had fallen, and that living wasn’t through for you...and you never looked up at the sky again. My waiting dreams were high above your head, only waiting for you to gaze up and sing to the heavens of your turmoil. The angels above called out your name, waiting for you to reach your hands up and accept their loving arms. Instead, you let the diminished grass caress you until it returned to a full shade of dim green once again. The clouds darkened as crystalline drops of hatred raced your tears down your face, and you wondered why you never listened to the wind’s melodies before. You thought they were only lying to you, but it was a mistake added to your passing. The sun glowed brightly, but the scorching fiery heat never dried away the streamlined tears across your face. They retracted from the sun’s comforting and warmth, leaving you as freezing as the last fall night. Astonished, you wondered where you had gone to in your mind so as to leave it all so frustrated with you. Nothing would ever be the same again, you thought, as the sweet grass turned brighter, then died off into a deadly gray, and the leaves began to fall once more.