July 29, 2014
1:13PM
Tuesday
The Day Of Life
Then, the battle cry sounds,
The earth begins to rumble.
Tears,
And blood,
And chill.
Silence from the flowers.
A cloak of clouds,
Swirl like a stew.
They mix
And mix
And embrace.
Warm against
Cold,
Cold against
Warm.
Fighting for
Domination.
Trees begin to
Dance.
Birds escape in fear.
Plants and
Tears
And worry
Remain.
She, the brave
And stupid,
Sits in deep
Curiosity.
Her hands scrawl.
Her soul
Bleeds.
Her eyes are always
Heavenward.
Then howling, raging wind,
The messenger of the King.
Battle
And slash, and slice and slant.
She runs through a curtain,
A threshold dared to cross,
And finds a curious
Dance compeer.
He is bright, and
Sweet.
He longs to kiss her,
Slowly.
And then they dance.
The rain now slows.
It almost stops.
Almost.
Quiet and
Slumberous
And sweet.
She finds herself in words.
She scribbles until
It only patters.
She is found.
Joyous, she
Remains.
The rain always brings life.
(k.b.)
