A Facade of Foliage

 

Walking through a densely separated bush,

Heart at ease with its pulse,

Head at an alleviated state,

The trees peel open to reveal

The seventh heaven of where my mind rests

Or holds preference to rest beside.

The sky.

 

“In an island in the sun,”

Shades opaque to the sorbet yellow sun,

This is “where the bad folks go when they die.”

But I’m content with that.

I like it here, roasting like a reptilian

Beneath the rays that warm my skin.

I could live here

In this state

While I live my life lazily

Yet passionately.

 

This flora of foliage

Decorating the façade of

Sky

Is the food for this mind set.

“Sometimes, all I do is watch the sky,”

He said.

And this I quite understood.

And settled to.

Passionately.

Author's Note

Inspired through experience

Reviews

[Jaffa Forbes]

Great stuff, really well written... has a lyrical simple tone that fits perfectly with what you're trying to convey. Makes me wish it wasn't winter and incredibly cold :)
Jaff

[deeps]

This is so wonderful, I like this write alot
I think it's beuatiful as well

[nostal]

This is beautiful.
Sincerely great.
Every line is a new revelation.