like all the jars that hang so far away, with golden strings that touch the clouds
that encapsulate the beauty, the dreams, the stars, kissed by the distance and the time between
like the fine brush strokes that paint the skies with candy, the enticing tranquility of touching the heavens
that knows, one day your grip will falter, the velvet bows that hold hope, loosening and unraveling
like the sun once casting its light and beauty upon, changed by reality and sorrow
that is forever hidden in darkness, where only the shards of light that fall from the night sky will remind you of what resides in the broken jars of dreams
like fragments of something once beautiful, that now embrace the void of oblivion
YOU ARE READING
renaissance
Poetrylike sun kissed gold ribs on cream colored satin that keeps the heart in a double helix the silhouette of a sonorous renaissance to rejoice at renewal and rebirth, by berenice
