Barren Waste:

As the page whistled in the wind,

I heard a fearful faint cry,

One that burned into my skin,

My skin covered in red dye.

I heard yawning words,

Barely a voice put to the leaves,

A word taken from the wind,

The wind that rolled up my sleeves.

It fared well into the sky,

Invisible to the naked eye,

Sneaking past the clouded guard,

The clouded guard wondering why.

The word inched by,

Slowly taking the world by storm,

It never saw it coming,

It coming from the Major’s forum.

It was beaten against the walls,

Torn against it’s will,

But it never strayed from it’s heart,

It’s heart that held your elegant quill.

Writing it’s fears on a page,

Then a series of faithful lies,

But by the end of the day,

The day was filled with ravishing goodbyes.

Sunny Utopia:

My hand panes to the side,

Brushing her hair backwards.

Our eyes meet like the sun,

Like the sun speaking words.

Her tears sparkling,

Dropping onto the dewy ground.

I brushed them off her cheek,

Her cheek with a whisking sound.

I brought her close,

Held her in my arms.

And reassured that it’d be okay,

Be okay from the harm.

Her stormy eyes,

Told me the truth of ages.

That I’d no longer see those pearls,

Those pearls locked in cages.

I sought redemption,

But received nothing to gain.

But I saw the seething sky,

The seething sky’s lonely remain.

For to see the high,

You must feel the low.

I hope it's as far down,

Far down as I go.