Have you ever stared at the stars taking in the beauty and euphoria of past memories dancing before your fragile yet stoic personality
Dreams bear burgeoning melodies which evolve into ballads heralding futures once seen as distant
Untouchable
Unknowable
Now forever in reach begging to grasped by the docile palm of destiny
A fervent wish now blooming with possibility
Bearing guidance from a higher figure
Illustrating our flaws undertones
Our perfections
Ribbons of gold symbolic of joy and generosity
Blue flowers plucked from the garden of Eden
A Red Cardinal dancing on a windowsill
Bearing a spirit of a loved one once lost
Pennies copper in material
Small in stature
Acting as a token of a phone call from heaven
Rain is the tears of god and the souls of those lingering in our hearts connected by a passion
One day the bell will toll and the angels from beyond will guide us into the land beyond baby fetal stars
The stars that shine the brightest when the malice and black smoke comes to drown us from the waves of uncertainty
Our lives are not prewritten
Set in stone
Instead of our actions
Morals
Choices
Weave and construct our narrative
The question is will your story be one worthy of merit?
Alas our hearts are conflicted while residing outside listening to the raindrops of purity
During a torrential downpour bearing integrity
Symbolic of the fragile line of being human
Diminishing in size and value
Tears disguised as rainfall descend from the heavens of Elysium
Cleansing our sins
