Slivers trail,
Behind rivers,
Stunned shivers,
Behind quivers,
Foreign, unknown,
Answers unshown,
The moon’s phase,
No trace,
Give chase,
Sun and moon,
Voices croon,
Too frail,
Set sail,
Always prevail,
Too soon,
Watch the moon,
The sun’s noon.
The azure, gentle swallow,
Perched on its branch,
The leaves that rustle and whisper,
Accompanying the twitters and chirps,
The beautiful melody gliding through,
The seams of the windows,
Mesmerizing in its trance.
Then the wind blew,
As the leaves chattered,
The tree strong, unwilling to bow,
To the relentless storm,
Protecting the swallow,
Who hid among the branches,
Feeble and silent.
No songs float through the air,
Though the rain takes its place,
Splitter, Splatter,
A collective rhythm,
Amplified by the wind’s howl,
And the bustling of the leaves.
As the swallow slept soundly,
Through the lullaby of the rain,
It awoke at the crack of dawn,
Ruffled its feathers,
Then took flight in its wake,
A magnificent sight as its slender body,
And the long waving tail,
Glided above the skies,
The feathers fluttering,
Sweeping the air with it,
The dance and the song,
A sign of life, harmonious nature,
A beauty to behold,
A swallow’s stance,
And its remarkable dance.
Open air, no soul, no mind,
Drift away,
Away, away,
Before the blue,
Before the clouds bestowed upon,
Endless arrays.
No waiting for time,
Door of sublime,
I scream,
You dream,
Vast, vast,
Away, away,
First or last,
No matter.
Crimson streaks,
Dust, death reeks,
Burning, barren trees,
No such thing as free,
Run, run,
Away, away,
Inferno devours,
Ashen flowers.
Wall of glass,
Between Earth and Sky,
Reaching, grasping,
Yet no stars for clasping,
Banging, banging,
Against the glass,
Desperately trying,
Cracking, cracking,
Maybe it’s breaking,
I want to ride the clouds,
Fly, fly,
Away, away,
I wish to never stay.
Why, why,
Can’t I shatter these skies,
Take me away,
From this ground smitten decay,
I pray, pray,
Please, please,
I’ve been at it for years,
It’s forced me to tears,
Break away,
Away, away,
Just let me,
Shatter the skies.
Shatter this nightmare.
What am I to you?
I feel like it's my cue,
To put my hand in the air,
Since you said you cared,
Just to leave me there.
So few rememeber,
The definition of joy,
Now it's already December,
A few weeks,
Till a whole new year.
We wipe away the tears,
Saying we're all clear,
Pretending that others are not in fear,
Living just for our own selves,
Hiding the secrets in shelves,
Smiling in fake cheer.
Now that you lied,
Now that you think you tried,
Now that you are free,
You forget to be there for me.
I'm not waiting anymore.
I thought you knew before,
But you're just another traitor,
Thinking I'm just a hater.
Opening the door,
I turn my back,
Bringing my pack,
Waving my hand,
Setting off to a new land.
I'm sorry,
But there's no choice better.
It may tear us apart,
Scar our hearts,
However,
I only have one thing to say.
"Goodbye."
Although we are filled with worries,
There's this presence,
That sways in the breeze,
Creeping along the unknown lands,
Calling a name,
That seems to be familar,
Yet impossible to place.
Maybe we just believe,
That we are submerged in what we perceive,
Maybe we all live in denial,
Of reality's truth.