Sighs do not only leave our mouths,
they exit our eyes, as well -
like crumpled clouds losing courage -
unable to remain airborne
they sail, emptily, to the ground.
and its green sprout
are born and travel
again this afternoon
in the rain
The Great Queen with the smell of sweet basil in her hair
She tilts, and she turns, and she swivels in her chair
She twists, and she twirls, and she flips her hair
And good goddamn, that smile is almost too much to bear
On a rooftop at midnight reliving our childhood
We can guess the shapes of clouds
Loyalty...'Tis a funny thing, isn't it?
Strong as iron, fleeting as the wind....
Dependable like a sunrise, as fickle as the weather.
Fifty Shades of Loyalty is a stream of conciousness piece that introduces a larger upcoming work of fiction.
Art is sourced from the respective posts
Reflections by Sunravelme