a teardrop passed a raindrop
She's laid down on the soft grass, soft like a sheet upon clouds. lazily she opens her eyes as she turns her head to the side. Her long hair moves and layers the ground. She stretches her arms out each side, gazing at her hand in the direction her head nudged. she curls her hand over so that her palm is faced casually towards the sky. She closes her eyes slowly, absorbing the minute rest a long blink can provide. Upon opening her eyes just as slowly she can see her hand holding very lightly onto a faint rod. She can see right through it to her palm, it has no form yet it still weighs her hand against the grass. She strokes her fingers down, feeling its power gently flow. She blinks and then squints at her hand. She clenches it firmly crushing the rod, feeling it shatter into her hand. She opens her hand out a bit flattened, fingers slightly curled. She blows gently and rainbow dust drifts away from her hand in shimmery spirals. it floats up to the sky, but not very far before it poofs into ash and diminishes into the earth. she lifts her hand a little, closing it, bringing it close to her chest. Sadly she closes her eyes and nudges the ground.
Passionate sorrow.
Sweet remorse.
A dream that darkens the mountains cold.
A future that pits against hell.
A past that prepares peace on Earth.
A soul that has found its place.
Alone.... but content... to dwell deep within... the senses we cannot shake free.
Passionate sorrow.
Sweet remorse.
A dream that darkens the mountains cold.
A future that pits against hell.
A past that prepares peace on Earth.
A soul that has found its place.
Alone.... but content... to dwell deep within... the senses we cannot shake free.