elise.writer

The ominnous crack of the sky splitting in two
A leak of inky purple paint explodes
The harsh clap, and as an afterthought
A little rumble, a boom conveys the grumble

Dreams are hills of blue
frothing before crashing
and slipping away
beneath their descendants.
Last night there I saved
someone from drowning.
The night before I was caught
in a labyrinth with my enemy.

with their woven black cardigans and horn-rimmed glasses
they say "let's build a kind and caring community."
with crooked grins of polished white. they say
"let's trust that always we will respect one-another"

Where the everlasting oak in alls its crooked glory
Adorned in a classic swing which bears memories
Of love and laughter beneath its frayed beauty
A place where flowers grow

Where the similar beauty rolling hills of vibrant green

Winding up a short pack blanketed in pink orange pine needles
Beams of shadows dancing across their fragile surfaces in the misty sunset
Into the swallows of green life where at first glance