Reveries

The echoing actuality. The pondering sea. The spheres of bouncy As the protecting shells burst, the inceptions of desire begin fruition by disbursing their energies beyond their boundaries. Passionately exploring, this young fragile seedling crawls via moon's ring's nightfall. Affectionately acquiring a blissful blazing love by tune's spring's rainfall. As the guide from the valley of dawn awakens pulsating towards the frivolous summit, the enduing rays of hope gently disperse their wings inspired by the warmth of the heavens. Life and seeds, planes and trees flicker in the solar light, and frenzy shadows waltz in the twilight. Becoming, building, blossoming into the beauties, to arise amidst nurtured by the waters mist, bestowing a kiss by the azure’s sky. Dancing and singing to their own poetic melodies. But nevertheless, blanket silver chill solstice onset is always at nigh. Some decry for roots are beholden in sands crying in lands that quench for thirst. Others become wrench and accursed. Branches toil, and more find themselves weathering and crippling by the weighted burdens, recoil. Many suffocating in silhouette in a mountainous locus storm. Sounding and abounding in damming lightning and thunderous applauses of mistakes. Once an array of vines, now transformed hung on a rope. Trunks surrendering to parasitic whispers eviscerating all paths of hope. Flees. So, many lost achieves, grieves, fallen crimson leaves and the forgotten paints on the canopy. Overwhelmed by the fragrances of spoil. Decay takes hold. Mushrooms, tombs, and an open vacuum. Not all musings are equally fabricated. For only the foundation of the forest: the giant oaks, the massive kapoks, the ageless pines, and grand willows are the breakers of stone. Those are they who taste the breath of life. Whose arms reach and touch the sky, embraces the rain and abstain in the shine. Whose visions stand at the zenith peak of time Updated 5/14/2019