Gently fold along the sheen
Sparring with the autumn blue
Cupped 'neath the cupboard green
Enveloped in a mystic hue
Who could foretell such delight
Crooked mask melting away
Like a candle burning bright
Bright! Bright! This candle sways
Bright! Bright! This candle burns
I wipe my forehead as I turn
I see my body burn and burn
Slowly turning into clay
Slowly turning into dust
Beyond all hope, beyond all scope
Beyond all madness, lycanthrope!
Beneath where the daffodils play
As I pierced the thin veneer
Shattering structure, rules of time
Brilliant! Brilliant! Brilliance I see!
Brilliance untold! Prismatic gold!
Highways of Sapphire! Of Jade! Of Mold!
How truly free, the colors can be.
How truly free we all quite are.
When Saturn and Venus commune with the stars,
When little blue dot heals it's little blue scars,
When we open up to see, the highway of light,
The rainbow roads,
Flowing between old little you, and old little me.
About the Creator
Q.K
Words with a pen
Again and again
Turning around
A Few Moments More
You’ll give it one more minute, and then you’re headed back inside. It’s pretty chilly out, after all. Not that that’s a real issue - you’ve stood out here for longer, and in colder weather. The snow is nearly gone already; tiny, dirt-stained islands of the stuff form a shrinking archipelago dotting the sea of green that is your backyard. Striations of sunlight dance through the trees at the edge of the woods and paint the scene in a camouflage of brown, green, and gold.
By Gabriel Huizenga4 days ago in Fiction
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