what's left when all the doors are open? when the world is mapped, when the treasures of the kingdom plundered. when the secrets of the world are split open and splayed open, when the heavens are torn asunder, the angels in marching surrender. what's left?
what's left when the sandals upon your feet are worn out, when the sun has flayed your back? when the desert swallows you whole and nought a drop from the sky to save your floundering soul? what's left when you tumble down those burning, everlasting dunes?
does the sun always rise? does the moon always come back?
the pitter-patter, the gentle droning,
wide-eyed whispers and soft crooning.
bright lights and candle flicker,
the waning moon getting sicker.
down and down, down it goes
swing and swing, to and fro
where oh where, are we now
sweat dripping off a brow
tossing pennies down a well
cling clang as they fell
wishing may, wishing might
coins tumbling without a fight
screaming eagles, crying larks
failed fireworks (lackofsparks)
here's a match, here here
inch
closer
almost..there we g
crimson rain, pitterpatter
pitter patter. pieces plunging
pathetic ploy! oh!
painful, fingerless poignance
pity the powerless prey
ponder pious pointlessness
pitter - patter
pitter - patter