I walked a thousand miles, have reached the highest peak. My hands could nearly took the galaxies, but i instantly refused, it was too much; the rejections of heavy, and thus art of acceptance I needed to touch.
Alas! A new scene, magnificently wrought by the Heavens stood in my naked eyes. And even the firmament, so nigh to me, I thought so—yet the distance wasn't better, it was still so far away.
I have think of it, when younger, the highest is at peace, yet peace wasn't here, and If ever was, where?
Did I turned a blind eye? or was I blinded by the lights? But aren't the lights the peace; those pieces of stars but of precise was I, before, they were our hope.
Now, there was no stillness—and the nightfall, still, didn't came, and lastly there was no hope. At least not yet. The silhouette will wait amongst the bleeding of scarlet, as expected, would gradually fade after.
I have thought it was summer for I had journeyed along with flowers, twirling, on my way. Yet disappointment painted on this visage, of course it should be May. But does of May the flower blooms at its finest grow? what about the scars from your wounds, aren't they beautiful too?
As always, you would cast a look of which no other than disdain; no flowers aren't happy with the rain, this was no summer but a season of M]el[A]nchol[Y], before and now, almost forever; an eternity of pain.
And to the dearest, below me, as my eyes went down to reign; of great sadness, everything seems losing, one by one in lane. No don't ever step forward, a good choice to stay. I don't wanna see blood nor did i ever wanted to let thee soul go away. But I'll be still, for i say, patience is where I wanna be.
Whatever waiting on these boundaries, l hope it would be peace. For even the light was blinding, the darkness was all I got to rest. Sadly, a person like me has nowhere to go but to keep going. For I couldn't end what I hated; a rather perfect thing just to be wasted instead.
And whatever cometh unto me, one thing I am of very certain. No, it's not of darkness leaving for there's no such thing, no such ever if still living. But yes it's that we can't see the sunsets again on dull fields of sunflower. For the sun was gone, and me was alive, however.
For they disappeared with the sun and found home in warmth. The sea ahead was sleeping soundlessly in hearth. There was a fragrance of sufficience in the air we breathed. I've missed the times I've sat with you during at sunsets.
And at the moment the sun started to melt in my eyes depicting a new start of torture. Indeed, what else is there, no shadows of you in the future. If only the brightest smile, for the second time, these eyes could capture, I would look for it on the bewilderness even in a difficult venture. For it is of sure, happiness a great treasure; and my happiness is you.
And it is of great happiness when you exists, but joy of complete when you're here. For I have lost a confidant, for me, so very dear. For the torture so great, it was because of me. And He was no more, and who have stayed alone was me. For once, did you ever think I could live forever happily? And No, I will never be.
Like the back of my head I've known, on the pillows you've laid your bones. Yet my sorrows were never rotten, your memory won't be forgotten. Though the breeze was strong of summer, though everything was getting colder. One thing in the darkness, I've prayed for, for you to be back on my shoulder.
And in the center of nothingness emerged hopes, then the stars existed and I was here again. In this night, I could dream for another time. Hence I believe wherever hope exists, there existed peace. And in the final analysis, what are these treasures to me, if my joy isn't with me here and will never be.
For in every climbed you were the shadow over me. Haunting the winds for pleas. At the last, It was us I wanna fix. But was was there to fix? When you're under the ground at six. On the red, and of sadness mix.
A poem by LadyMonSTR
