Echoes spiraling, closing around,
absence of reason becomes too clear-
nearing is the sunset's sound.
An hour past the picturestique shear
you witnessed through our linked mind.
Would you wait for us this cold night?
Or would our love for thy remain blind?
Locating you in eternity's lonesome sight-
Unable to navigate in this devouring space.
If only you'd share a guiding warmth of light,
a strain of emotion what we could trace.
-Poetic Greens
absence of reason becomes too clear-
nearing is the sunset's sound.
An hour past the picturestique shear
you witnessed through our linked mind.
Would you wait for us this cold night?
Or would our love for thy remain blind?
Locating you in eternity's lonesome sight-
Unable to navigate in this devouring space.
If only you'd share a guiding warmth of light,
a strain of emotion what we could trace.
-Poetic Greens
