Heathers

an ocean breeze fills up your senses the seagulls flock overhead inside there is something stirring as if heathers exploding within shadows block the temptress taunts alone in the silence, couples running naked through the sand happy people with eyes gashed with glee somber moments were unleashed to revere a volcanic hot ash experience cascading.. does fear grip you the most ? why does one equate logic as fate ? burning desire inside yet we still high behind four walls the chemistry is elusive in its solvent decorum shades of green Pine embers fallen in a nearby grass knoll we can escape if we drift to hear the vast expanse of the Timber Wolf dash yet never to distinguish right from wrong all is relative let the time stop now no use looking back at the plough in heavy burrows as if the fox had escaped through many today escape through a prison in their mind only to get locked up in chains the demise of Satanic laughter filters through the duration yet hope keeps one alive through the pain a chance at beautiful brevity loosed in the moment many swallow the debris of left over road kill only to infuse a sense of togetherness as we near this place with whom we seek perhaps its in the never world beyond explanation yet we still have a pulse to believe the impossible Shoot for the stars !