Good Morning Beautiful, My Escape is the Window

[diurnal_eclipse]

The afternoon is dulling;
the light in my eyes,
the ocean rises to a peak
and collapses at once
at a distance, a rate of loss
I applaud those unworthy?

Who Doth Judge A Passion?

She swallows her escape
ripped away from insanity.
Those with colour are now gray,
she is the tint of an off white and black
the breaking of an open mind.

Sit and ponder silently
staring effortlessly at holes in the wall;
the great opaque of mindless wonder
contrasting transparent eyes
and translucent portrayals of the world.
Peer into the windows of a soul,
that lead to a blockade
of biased thoughts, yet pure emotion.

Inscriptions and Impressions.
Kryptic codes.
Today's riddle, posted in your eyes...
"I'm poisoned by this feeling,
charmed into these tears,
I'm burning away
my conquest for ashes."

Facilitate this timeless diffusion,
as epics of valor and wisdom leak out;
replaced with equal insanity and deviance.
This Happens To Be A WaterFall
tides rushing and brimming,
towards the fall of passion.......

Letters scatter;
fill between the empty spaces
and arrive at the undertoe.
Slipping smoothly away,
closing gaps within the ocean.

Morning nothings
whispers perished
a window has swept us away...