Seats filled with the creators of quiet chatter
Impatiently waiting for an age old ceremony
A tradition as old as joy itself
Gentle vibrations
Music to the ears of the acquired listener
They sit and wait
Dressed in formal attire
Presenting themselves for his honor
Chatter
Chatter
Lights fade to black
Silence
The steps of
His grace
His black suit
His gently pressed pants
His pale slim fingers
His lover
...
Footsteps marked the stage while he drifted to his beloved
No need for adjustment
...
They knew each other all to well for such an activity.
His audience watched him take a breath
before
Their first kiss
Spindly fingertips graced their presence across her skin
...
The sensation of love blossomed through the air
Her soft lips spoke his memories
A song of nurture, misfortune, wrath, and redemption...
Sweet sorrow grazed the room
The wind of agony blew through the hair of onlookers
Reminiscent of the purple hyacinth
A blossoming bunch of color
With an enriched misery...
His story
A story never spoken before
...
And still
A story never to be heard of again
As the last moments passed, her song began to diminish
She opened her tender arms to the tears of the crowd
...
Finally
3 seconds
His final three seconds of understanding
Those seconds of silence
Sweat and tears shed
Those moments before
Before the grande finale.
It was over
His trembling came to its end
His story was over...
The crowd applauded and praised
Her solemn song lifted their souls
They couldn't grasp her music
Her gestures of love
And still they yearned for her touch
Without knowing, it was
His
Last goodbye.
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No More Seasons
PoetryThese are just little poems that I've written! :) Each one is different, some are more professional while other are just accumulations of my thoughts..
