You can hear it.
Whistling through the green
Swinging from the brown
Skimming every piece of life
The camera pulls forward
Zooming in on a place full of lights
Full of impossibilities
It sweeps the ground
Nipping at the noses
It freezes over
Green turns grey
Grey turns thick
You hear nothing
but the rumble of living
Chirp chirp chirp
Up above
in a world the eyes cannot see
Crunch crunch crunch
Down below
Where children sprint
through the night
With the streetlights on their tails
The flame flickers
Puffing out its last breath before it too
Succumbs to darkness
Look up
They dance
Graceful like a ballerina on ice
Weaving together
Leaving shine in their wake
Sprinkle us
Make us bright
White tears fall
Cold
Soft
Landing on us
Christening my eyes with stars of wonder
The camera zooms out
Dancing
Capturing the shaking of our bodies
The water leaking from our eyes
The lines of our faces
All contoured into a sign of
placid sensibility
Swoosh swoosh
It whips rough through the dancers
The camera zooms in for the last time
White
Fluffy
Through peering glass the camera sees
Eyes shut blanketed with light hairs
Her eyebrows drawn in
Her mouth taunt
She trembles
But at what
The camera sees
Look up
Black thickness seeps from the walls
Swirling around her
caressing her cheeks
She shakes
White
She looks
The lines of her face
The black thickness sees
It sees the camera
through the peering glass
With its dancers
Swirling
And it's photos of the living
The black thickness grins
Slowly covering the window with charcoal gas
She chokes
The black thickness swirls
Consuming the girl in one spin
The camera zooms out
A white tear falls
Not from the sky
But from the camera
He looks upon the world
Without his lenses
He sees black clouds
Whipping through the streets
Causing worry
He closes his eyes
Running through his night
He opens them
Click
With a spark
The fatality of that spark
The imagery of it
The clouds dance
The black thickness touches the green
It swings with the brown
There is no need to zoom in
The camera sees it all
And one black tear falls
It's my time to depart, isn't it
The dancers no longer there
It feels the breeze
Smells the pine
The one picture incased in his mind
Mommy, what is that?
The little girls runs ahead
To see shattered lenses
The dust of stars
The mother slowly walks up
Smiling at her daughter
Sweetie it's just a camera-a broken one at that
Come on now we must hurry
The little girl looks
In her hand a camera
with more love In it the on it
She stuffs it in her pocket
With a grin on her face
She whispers
I won't let the darkness get to you
Her curls bounce
As she sings a joyous tune
The pitter patter of her feet
Pat pat - Pat pat- Pat pat
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Heart of Moss
PoetryThis is a book of my everyday life and what I feel. This is my life and I would love for you to live through it with me. It's from rants, to poetry, to just plain writing. It's bout whatever sucks ass or whatever is unbelievably awesome and whatever...
