(note: I am challenging myself to write every day for 30 days. What follows may not necessarily be interesting or even coherent. Parental discretion is advised.)
The sparkling smile of a swan upon a rose, doth such nonsensical words begin.
Twice forth, gleaming rays of sugar lilacs cross ‘tween the mighty and high.
Basking upon a gushing sunrise to welcome the morning hour.
Do we must fear in order to live? To tremble upon the vicissitude?
Stumbling towards unearthly grace with soiled eyes?
The infinite blends together the churning of our souls, peppering our skies with stars.
The eternal Ouroboros blinks.
Thinks.
Feels.
Remembers.
All the times in which we craved warmth whilst sitting by the open fire.
Each and every moment we sighed our last goodbye.
And the cry which heralded a forgetful initiation.
The silence is filled with a noise we refuse to hear.
Sounds that speak to the heart.
Should we but listen.
In amongst the violence of our cravings.
And within the vastness of our beings.
Words of placation.
Songs of triumph.
Platitudes and arms of blessed forgiveness.
Justice.
To deliver us from it all.
Into love.
amen.
