#thehen

Reflection upon,

Lapping waves,

Darkened nights,

Void of dawn,

Etched in graves.

Sweep the stars,

Dazzling points of the skies,

Dreams that are so close, yet so far,

The waning moon that dies,

Behind the smothered abyss,

A haunted, eerie bliss,

A lost, illusory gaze,

Awed by the starry daze.

It is then and there,

Though I knew not where,

That Sky’s shadow had fallen,

Who whispered a song of the sullen,

A calling to its solemn stance,

A drifting into its dire dance,

Only to be answered with its solace,

I still remember the days,

When there were no cities,

No lights, no streets,

Silence, no fray,

Just skies,

Of shadows and moons.

I guess it was inevitable,

Yet I couldn’t help but say,

That if you gave me one more day,

I would have never left you here,

Alone, lost in this festering fear,

You don’t need to believe me,

But I tried,

And when I simply couldn’t,

I cried.

I breathe my sighs,

Into the sinking air,

Blinded by lies,

Why is life so unfair?

Now it is the fog of regret,

That hangs over me,

Haunting in its silent breeze,

Taunting our memories,

I try to stifle the tears away,

Though impossible to keep much at bay,

I am sullen,

With hollow pain,

With the yearning,

That you’ll come back to me one day.

I wish we could go back,

To those cloudless nights,

When we could see those stars,

And laugh about our silly flaws,

And cry about our scars still raw,

And fall silent for whatever cause,

I just wished,

Open air, no soul, no mind,

Drift away,

Away, away,

Before the blue,

Before the clouds bestowed upon,

Endless arrays.

No waiting for time,

Door of sublime,

I scream,

You dream,

Vast, vast,

Away, away,

First or last,

No matter.

Crimson streaks,

Dust, death reeks,

Burning, barren trees,

No such thing as free,

Run, run,

Away, away,

Inferno devours,

Ashen flowers.

Wall of glass,

Between Earth and Sky,

Reaching, grasping,

Yet no stars for clasping,

Banging, banging,

Against the glass,

Desperately trying,

Cracking, cracking,

Maybe it’s breaking,

I want to ride the clouds,

Fly, fly,

Away, away,

I wish to never stay.

Why, why,

Can’t I shatter these skies,

Take me away,

From this ground smitten decay,

I pray, pray,

Please, please,

I’ve been at it for years,

It’s forced me to tears,

Break away,

Away, away,

Just let me,

Shatter the skies.

If I break your heart,

Cloudy skies,

Reflect the storm,

Above oceans and bays,

On its way,

To cracked grounds,

Where unburied lay,

Await the flourish,

A measly nourish,

Of ashen gray.

Long gone,

Long gone,

What left,

Of the joy,

The sloven toy,

Rising dawn,

Where are those,

Grazing fawns,

The greenery,

No more,

On the neighbor's lawn.

Sparrows flee,

To the single oak tree,

No where to run,

No where to hide,

The last of their calls,

A desperate plea,

A yearning,

Of the oceanside tides,

A last rebellion,

Against their demise.

Though,

There was still the trickle,

Of water’s flow,

The rain spattered,

Down it came,

As if glass had shattered,

Pieces of life,

Miniscule,

Mere efforts,

To wash away,

The desolate decay,

Soot and clay,

Rather pointless, it seemed,

For War has deemed.

The wind,

In its last breaths,

Exhaled sighs,

Of silent sobs,

Given a voice,

To those of death,

Who wail regrets,

Unheard,

Deterred.

The hills,

They curve up,

Then down,

Lust of battle,

Long gone,

Long gone,

No one there,

Plain despair,

Pain, pain,

I think of you,

Where the skies were a beautiful blue,

Where there were never tears nor rue,

Where the crackling hearth,

Bathed it's warmth into the Earth,

Its dancing flames,

Reminding me,

Of the echoed laughter,

And the times on the porch,

With the sunlight shining,

The azure, gentle swallow,

Perched on its branch,

The leaves that rustle and whisper,

Accompanying the twitters and chirps,

The beautiful melody gliding through,

The seams of the windows,

Mesmerizing in its trance.

Then the wind blew,

As the leaves chattered,

The tree strong, unwilling to bow,

To the relentless storm,

Protecting the swallow,

Who hid among the branches,

Feeble and silent.

No songs float through the air,

Though the rain takes its place,

Splitter, Splatter,

A collective rhythm,

Amplified by the wind’s howl,

And the bustling of the leaves.

As the swallow slept soundly,

Through the lullaby of the rain,

It awoke at the crack of dawn,

Ruffled its feathers,

Then took flight in its wake,

A magnificent sight as its slender body,

And the long waving tail,

Glided above the skies,

The feathers fluttering,

Sweeping the air with it,

The dance and the song,

A sign of life, harmonious nature,

A beauty to behold,

A swallow’s stance,