Endless

Somewhere among the sleepy coconut heads, I trailed towards a song. Twilight and the essence of a Moon, dashed dartingly between the legs of my shadow and I remember the feel of those words, as if they fell like leaves Only I was the tree cradling each syllable the wind whispered- A silent mourning, so beautifully bejeweled that the clouds became entangled with my cheeks and the rain and my tears wept, together. For as I entered this song carved by the hands of an angel, I found that tomorrow was but an endless string of dancing footsteps, Covering the bleak realities of my world.