Your soul
Your soul resembles distant horizons. Like burning stars abandoned between dawn and dusk, the evening skies are as heavy as your heart. I search for heaven to soothe the dark sequences of nature blanketing the mountains of your hell, as the spectrum of flames is full of betrayal.
Maybe the universe illustrates splitting sunsets with colorful thoughts, as the eyes are oblivious to the rhythms of rooted songs of remedies. My whispers are tunes of autumn, orchestrating death into life, as existence remains locked as an encrypted mystery of winter.
I am selfish of the sounds of comforting rain, clouds carrying chaos, and weeping reveries of love. What if translucent tears try to fall like mists of haunting memories? What if they follow the moons motions, ruffling along sterling silver ripples, unraveling jasmine compassion across rivers of scattered gems?
Would you feel the light of love synchronizing twilight lullabies, that sketch amethyst amulets through midnight’s fears? Would you embrace fragile dandelion wishes behind metaphorical fields of blossoming flowers? Galaxy dripping dreams are fading, whist darkness whirls in unending circles.
