sonGs of oTher laNds

Untouchable

What was it before?
A mere kiss? Hug? Love that
Shone no more than that blast
Of fire.
Did you see the person
Within the shell of looks?
Was the character's heart the one
That captivated? Or was it
Nothing more than a
Passing gust of breeze.
A falling leaf is beauty, so is
The rose at full bloom.
We grabbed that moment and enjoyed it
The seconds before the sun rises,
The silence before the first call for daylight
During the night at that longest night,
We took the beauty in everything
And savoured every passing perfection. So
When dawn breaks and it's morning,
the leaf touches ground
The pedals start shedding, following nature's
Call. And we awake, separate,
No longer living in such
Surreal reality.

posted by jessXW @ 11:40 PM