Tales of old and memories past, time flying by as sparrows in the wind soaring ever faster into an inescapable flow of wind and fate.
Social ideals sculpting the way I think causing me to live as the way intended, brainwashed sheep exploring ways into my very being, channeling expectations into my soul birthing wolves from what remains.
Although, the clouds of Cirrus surround me in this purifying mist, in specter I lay swaying in this feeling as time seems to become minute.
These clouds lead and wisp me away, gliding between the sheet of space and heaven, under purple and orange skies.
My eyes become enveloped in the awe of the world below me, flooding my head with seas of new feelings and thoughts, drowning ones that once were there.
Clocks spun as we desperately chased the hands weaving the cloth of friendship that had been bestowed upon me.
Forever gasping on polluted air distributed throughout the skies, diving into canyons of rock and steel for an escape from the madness looming around us.
Firing into the atmosphere as a bullet piercing the very veil of the galaxy that lay before us, floating endlessly together throughout worlds discovering new meaning and being.
Figures flow around us, dancing around me spiraling into a tornado that shot throughout the stars dodging planets of fire and ice, swirling endlessly into the void of the unknown.
Although, I am happy. Waking from dreams fades memory of the slumber before, giving a sense of reality even when it never existed, peering from my perch above the globe it began to pour.
Bubbles of great times with great friends burst as the barrage of raindrops were thrown from the layer of air hanging over me, swaying side to side in an endless storm of loneliness.
The clouds of Cirrus had now become droplets of multicolored liquid as it hit my flesh, forming shapes and lines along the bumps of my arms, racing towards my fingertips dripping upwards back into the galaxy above.
Someday it shall form again, as the clouds of Cirrus, were never gone.
YOU ARE READING
A ballad of Cirrus
PuisiSome poetry I decided to write dedicated to someone who means a whole lot to me. I have no idea if you'll like it, this is my first published piece of writing and is was only really meant to be made for a dear friend of mine.
