fringe drum
It's a new dawn,
That slowly dries up the damp lawn.
Like rainbow sprinkles that glitter up the sky
After the gloomy clouds.
Seeping through the soil—
A single drop, broken into two;
Drops of soul, perhaps.
A bit shy at first, both of them.
Fighting, finding some space for their own growth.
A bit too much water on her side,
A ray of light too bright on his;
Slowly, but surely, they Learned to share.
A hint of ecstasy in his fragrance
That did steal the bee from her.
He swallowed two of his own thorns for her,
The third would only be a new friend.
Some oil, that she spilled every now and then.
"Perhaps he will slip and fall for me."
His second petal bloomed,
The third of her's;
And blossomed, the first for both,
A new love.
The sun rose high.
In the shadows,
Their roots intertwined.
Fates crossed,
Running deep.
Flying past, the birds would sing.
They would dance, along with the wind.
From his to hers,
The sun went over.
It was the nature of her creed,
She faced away.
All the sweetness was a lie.
Roots intertwined,
Or strangled to death?
She was a sunflower,
And he, a Rose.
As dusk shades his life grey,
And the orange sunset hues,
That set his heart ablaze.
It's a new dawn.
Rain falls again, ever so cold.
The morning dew,
Endlessly falling off the petals.
A silent whisper echoes in the rose,
"At least, I didn't cry alone."
The rose wilts,
Stabbed to the death by his own thorns.
Red again, with his own blood.
hasty barn
past matrix
hazy vault
brisk wing
woeful nymph
