Apocalypse

[hayai_dragonfly]

Rocking on a hammock
together in the rain
A citronella candle
Burns against the pane
of glassy sheets of gray rain water
sliding down the paint
a vine creeps up the shingled roof and
then perfection taint
and here at night
under the moon
the lovers slowly rock
unspoken songs and sonnets
and no regard for clock
cold rain cannot extinguish
like a candle robbed of air
the heat and presence
created by this clinging desperate pair

in a cruel, cold world
with no remedy
no easing of the suffering
thats suffered every day
the only way to carry on
is finding comfort in
the warmth of another's arms
for friendship has no sin

and hold eachother tightly
as the stars fall from the sky
and light the fields afire
the world can only sigh
as flames they lick the darkness
and brighten up the night
and carry to the heavens
as the raven, it takes flight

in a cruel, cold world
with no remedy
no easing of the suffering
thats suffered every day
the only way to carry on
is finding comfort in
the warmth of another's arms
for love it has no sin

and when the mountains crumble
to create nothing but sand
and sand is washed away
by the ocean's strong, blue hand
and the waves they crash and tumble
down the streets and up the hills
and water trickles everywhere
down painted window sills

when the world comes to an end
all thats left will be the trace
of the couple in the hammock
who have made their mark on place
who have scorched impeding darkness
with a spirit
cant be fought
and have found the quiet solitude
that every soul has sought