Moonlight sonatas and ballads are saturated with the essence of life soaked in the gentle palm of our creator
Memories born and chained from moments are full of triumphant symphonies beginning to erode from the callous presence of hard-hitting sounds
Vibrant colors and maniacal charades emerging from assorted souls ranging in a disparity of age
Lingering in the shadow conscience of reality
Seeking purpose pondering if fate has sped by
Discarding the notion and moral
Life is fickle yet precious
It’s full of beauty
Romance
Poetry
Longing to written or composed
Crafted from the tools of choice
The real question forming while staring out on a smoky incensed night
When the moon is hiding from the flaws of humanity
The semblance of preserving
Is it too late…
Will the clock strike on the witching hour?
Maybe the end is nigh
However, that’s a story for another day
Let your heart rest
Stand by the fires of vitality
Helping rejuvenate broken opportunities
Basking in the glory of greatness
