Written

Look for simplicity; not everything has to be as complex as everything else seems to be.

It must have been written in the clouds that night. Misty thin wisps, smudged in the thick blue mask, covering the short, yet long day, passing.

Engraved into rich, deep gold, it'd become dusty overtime - an oily brown texture fallen, now rough and catching that which touched it, elegance. 

A humble story; a majestic male, who saved her from what was once a crisp white stone, that now resembled crumbling old age... cracked, delicate and scarce.  

Though they're not there yet, and until those evenings, following many dragging sunrises and afternoons, where the sun and moon rise all the same, stunning - more to those who lack in time as they momentarily do - you have it written in the stars, a strange but perfect sound. 

Reviews

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

a beautifully textured poem~ with engaging sensate word strings that wrap they elegant composition like a garland around the reader's mind~