Immature Sanctity

Streams of velvet reflections flow

along withered flowers and leaves.

The crisp, cool waters only he could know

carries scarlet away from simple dreams.

Subtle scents of trees from twilight

reached for fragile charity.

The humble seeds sang for night,

as they prayed his gentle mercies.

Soft, verdant grass embraced the hills

with wistful buds of innocence.

They all danced for winds that still

loved his dying breaths of benevolence.

Crimson skies amongst golden clouds

carefully shrouded the autumn light.

Evening rays the heavens allowed

for his weary, glassy eyes.

That tiny boy lay within angelic memories

with nostalgia upon his decadent frame.

Yet he smiled,

Happily

Desperately,

In the midst of loveless shame,

his childish elegance embracing eternity.