Thoughts..

A river runs as clear as the thoughts in me head,

The purity riddens me of my bewildered mind,

An answer to every question,

Unthinkable,

Throw a pastel in the water,

The swirling trance defies interest,

Like a lullaby’s true tone and smooth melody filling the cool, sweet air,

Melting into the melodic memory,

Unquestionable, to escape these lovely moments which require little thought,

Can you really be able to destroy thoughtless inquires which fill the endless imagination?

Revolving around space and time,

Speed and motion…

Memories’ don’t translate themselves like they used to..

Saving each memory in a orb of dreams and delicate, profound sayings,

Which are all evolutionalized to this most simplistic moment compelled to a vivid memory…

Captivated by; emotional, transitional situations,

Translated by pure, sweet subtle sounds,

Of coordinated times,

Of majestic eras,

Thoughts…

You're only human…..

A Rose Wilts…

A rose wilts,

As an hour glass time slowly slips away,

Like the minutes that rapidly fade into memories,

A tear drops, as a pool of rain follows…

Like a moment lost…

Even though they flood back through the images replaced in your head,

A golden sun hangs beyond the dark translucent clouds,

A deluge of tears fall and disappear,

As though no emotion can show,

Determine to escape emotional turbulence,

Poise ambushed by light of integrity…

A rose wilts,

As an hour glass time slowly slips away,

Like the minutes that rapidly fade into memories,

Only this time the petals have dried up,

Like the face that once was smiling,

Now faded away,

Like the essence of reality…

Like the moment you open your eyes those memories created, exit….

Living too much in the past, brings happiness like that of a blooming flower which has caught enough sunlight to be a life, a soul and a feeling,

Each friend is like a petal their slowly floating away,

I am the stem with less than a little water left….

As this rose wilts…..