Strayed Sheep

I am the unseen, resting amongst invisible butterflies, waning amidst wildflower wishes~ facing watercolor breezes, drifting between the sun and the sea, where the wind collaborates with the salt and skin of waves, like forbidden lovers engrossed in euphoric zest… I sing in silence with sanctified verses, where zephyrs breathe amongst paralyzed procrastinators, following a flock of clichés, amidst the slippery slope of rocky edges, veiling ripples of rusted rings~ that ache to caress the blushing softness of crawling clouds in the musky air, as gilded blades of evergreen greed feed the fleece of fragility with emptiness, in the landscape of loneliness~ influencing the clueless to please the blind stones of bitter lies, like chameleons of ephemeral mist, caught in coated curls of jealousy. Let me be the heartbeat guiding the rising rays of lustrous gold. I am both the strayed and the shepherd, crafting a vessel of virtue~ with floating grace beneath Noah’s Ark, to steer the spirit of sleepless sheep, placing trust in ticking terrains… for I see beyond the silken sins, that lured you to the fickleness of flora, while oblivious to the crestfallen thorns, intoxicating your conscience, stealing the light of sun-stroked innocence…