Two lovers,
perched together in a warm embrace atop a grassy knoll;
the stereotypical American love scene.
A blanket to cover them both,
perhaps a drink or two for sharing as well,
add the romanticism and passion of the kiss
and the formula is complete.
They lie back,
twin sets of eyes focused on a beaming sky.
Stars fading from sight,
giving in to the beckoning of a sunrise.
Golden rays of fire crest the horizon,
a Phoenix to drag the world into a new day;
such would be the olden mythology.
Another star fades and the gaze of a young love is shifted.
No longer does the disappearing black sky hold interest,
rather, the invading auras of yellow, orange and gold capture the eye.
A gaze to the east quickly turns into something new
as the two face each other once more.
Heads meet shoulders and the cycle begins:
a whisper of hope, mere dreams put into words.
Remaining fears are erased with the Dawn
and a new life is begun.
Wow. Jacob. Wow. Just. ....Wow. *pees* I can't believe I didn't read this one 'til just now. That one's like. My favorite now. You have no idea.
The imagery is just beautiful.
I'm gonna. Write that in my notebook. So when I feel like butt. I can just read it and be like *..awwwee* And I'll feel not like butt. (: It made sense in my head STFU!