I watch as they remain unflinching,
petals of the sun
while the wicked wind whips the snow,
and darkness slowly descends.
How do we restore balance in the world?
How do we dispel negative gravity?
I wake without reason to logical fallacies,
sly in apparition—
speak not of the sky,
drowning choke of smoke and fire
for fear that mercy is evidently misplaced,
I slip on the straps and release a sigh.
Come ink words in the blind,
watch as grey headed canaries break free
my love is unselfish but I require you
coffee lips in the throes of death
perhaps we are reading the shadows wrong;
forever cannot draw a circle.
Photo credits: ‘Petals of the Sun,’ by Manabu Oda, Pinterest
Skylover Wordlist: apparition, gravity, canary, circle ❤
Posted for the Writers’ Pantry @ Poets and Storytellers United