Translucent
And dripping
Pieces
Of flesh
And soul
Scatter
And splatter
With every
Footstep
And choice
Removing
And stripping
Historical
Landmarks
And thoughts
Of yesterday
And tomorrow
In every
Conquest
And suicide
Raping
And killing
The potential
Fires
And blooms
Taking
And stealing
Feelings of
Innocence
And purity
* * *
The pieces
Stagnate
And solidify
With purpose
And strength
Uniting
And gathering
Momentum
In numbers
And defiance
Imposing
And ensuring
Chronology
In records
And memory
Of yesterday
And tomorrow
In every
Whim
And detail
Nursing
And kindling
The potential
Fires
And blooms
Giving
And sharing
Feelings of
Warmth
And happiness
The candles burn!
* * *
The candles die…
Only wax remains
In flat pools
Of faith
And hope
That the Golem
Shall rise
And deliver
The promise
Of rebirth
And forgiveness
To those
In
His path.
Wonder what made you write these beautiful lines. Words arranged in perfect melody...