Evanescent Pastures
Vanishing souls lies in death's pastures
Fleeting joy, incurious in my surroundings
Shades of green glistening in glory
An unpredictable breath that barely measures
A destiny that lies and vanishes through the Death Valley
A heart's main glee
Shines peaceably... passing above a wave of sparkling envy
Bliss sinks in my marrow
Pensive solitude,
Splitting it into a rejoicing vibe
Joyous in its company...we could have a blissful sleepover until
tomorrow
Together we'll make a strengthening converse
Piety fitting in these periling times
Wandering over vales, evanescent life screwing my infancy
A jocund soul departs from a burden--too cherished in disobedient lies
Childish features blurring my uncertain future
Incessant in my trespasses
I draw near through deathly shadows
Moping in ceaseless torment
Roaring as a monsoon in abstract movement
Vacant in thought...wealth filling in our evanescent humility
Dodging arrows of inevitable death
Bound to track us down,
Chopping down the Weeping Willow tree
Driven mad in knotting triumph
Hoarsely placing us in a shady asylum
Numbed by flustering anxiety
Cursing down this greedy society
Whirling us back to
Evanescent pastures
I'm dependent in this unordinary place
Though it leaves me with only disgrace
Discontent by the isolated misfortune
Vacant in thought...wealth filling in our evanescent humility
Dodging arrows of inevitable death
Bound to track us down,
Fogging our interest of society,
Doom crafting our fate...soon we'll be too late
Whirling us back to
Evanescent pastures
Denying our repents out of revenge
Unsuitable to reconstruct chastening renewal
Superb for a
tranquilizing solitude
Copyright © J.W. Earnings | Year Posted 2011
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