Air like water, water like stone, birds elopes with the sun
A velvet quietus furtively draped over ears
Quartz underfoot and crystalline opal tears
Welcoming webs of gasping despair
Nival anphora textures the air
Anamnesis waltzes through
The windows, shut tight, and the fires are fueled
Reminding naÏveté of it's magnitude's inferiority
Skyward stretching arms become thin and weak
Bony fingers comb the clouds then curl into fists, admitting defeat
Blood concedes to gravity's pull, leaving hollow skeletons all erect, perforating the skyline -- an impenetrable cage like skin drawn tight, and canvas cracked with age
Escapist flights and lengthy nights as some succumb and slumber awakes
Faces count minutes 'til noon -- solar ghosts come kiss the moon goodnight -- grey memories for now
A thousand families, down, will fall
Nival tears bury them all!
Like absconding tides, birds elope with the sun
A barren desert soaked in bleach
A sickly pallor and opal touch
Hallucinating, shattered glass falls as the atmosphere cracked and we are invaded by emptiness black
The brain keeps the body company
The continent is a new born, trying to breathe
Accepting his fate and falling asleep, the child is a woman, resting in peace
Accepting the sleep as a blackness forcing it's way in and pushing air out through heavy lungs
And heavy are the clouds that reach so deep and smother the land in a heavy shroud
Eyes press closed and words are now visible
The sky is an eggshell waiting to hatch
The ground is the air, the wind, the trees, the Earth, the water, the fire
Sculptors working the clay, carving angels and gargoyles, and columns as pixies dance to appease the leaves
Faces that once turned to catch the light, frown and turn desperately down towards darkness
Float to the stiff, grey Earth