Untitled II
Untitled II
Infinity breathing restlessly
Kissing the sky
With lips spun from glass
Feeling lights' caress
On the cheeks of the cherry-blossom flower
Feathery droplets of glittering, molten gold
Splashing on specks of dust floating lazily by
Coating them with warmth
Tickling and happy
Gently painting the tips of
The winds' gentle fingertips
Running them through our hair
Mockingbirds trilling
Draping sugar-spun webs of soft, pastel colors
On the tips of the leaves
Resting belly-up on tree branches
Life holding up its' head
Proud like a peacocks' tail
Hiding behind feathers stuck to our eyelashes
Still and crackling with static cling
Flower patterns gracing the dappled lawns
Lacy orchids drawing in the hummingbirds
Luring them in with sweet nectar
Infinitessimally infinity breathes
Busy people
Hunched and apathetic
Nothing left in materials' world
Greed and self-satisfaction ruling
Fair-skinned as pollution smothers natural illumination
Softly woven music crashed and shattered
Duct-taped back together in a sad imitation
Of lifes' flawless beauty
Gentle, lazy, and warm
In some place far away from here
'Here' where it's cold, and dark, and claustrophobic
The air murky, smelling of smoke
To polluted to breathe safely
Yet we don't have a choice
Hiding behind snatches of life
Handfulls of mottled, dirty, shed feathers of city birds
Brightening up our existence but not truly appreciating it
Pastels bright and industrialized
Too bright
Making my eyes hurt and sting
I miss the real life
Where love graces softly, warming, safe
And hidden.