coldphantompoetry

In rhythm with the seasons

But my soul starts to blossom

And so I tried.

The meaning lost within furrowed brows of misunderstanding.

So I showed them.

Outside.

Showed them the sky, pink with clouds.

Showed them that fiery orange orb that is the Sun.

And the sky was theirs alone.

Candy floss haze and golden glow.

"Did you ever see such beauty?"

Silence. Loudly mocking.

Cocktail party smiles carefully fixed.

Tainted vision cannot perceive the magic of a summer's night.

What profit to be made from splendour?

And that great star slipped earthwards;

A bow to end the Solstice show.

Lights dimmed in preparation for the final player;

Soft shadows kneel to mark their entrance,

As darkness sweeps across the stage;

Resplendent in their summer cloak of darkest blues.

Cannot yet twinkle little star;

Await your cue.

And yet I cannot make them see any more than 'night' and 'day'

Time alone can grant me leave to cut this putrid cord

Whose stench now overwhelms me with your dull and spiteful words.

And your parody of friendliness,

A thinly veiled sham.

Thank God I found my reason