It floats upon the wind.
This sweetened corral dust.
The twisting dragon’s lines
Fill the hollowness
Between the falling leaves
A spiralling design.
A wishful shift to splendid less,
Yet more could purify.
It lifts its head and starts to run
To shed its memories.
This life that breathes out whispers
Tires of living inbetween
Flowerless seeds.
This fragile little thing
Begins growing more defined.
Spreads its pale, mist wings
Before wandering butterflies.
The barren branches of the trees
Give haven in fading, autumn light
With tired thoughts of splendid less,
Yet more could seal the night.
It cannot realign itself
With all the glowing specks.
This loss of innocent regrets
Bares stunning resemblance
To its waning peace.
You are the way that I belong.
The silence inbetween the songs.
You are my everything
And you bring me nothing.
This is how it all began.
This is how it all will end.
This beautiful phoenix
That burns alive in despondence.
It brings me joy to see it leave
Escape a life caged and terete.
Drifts so softly to splendid less,
Yet more could slow the sess.
You are the way that I belong.
The silence inbetween the songs.
You are my everything
And you bring me nothing.