Mellifluous Murmurs

This Dusk Skyline

Darkness is a chamber of sorrow and worry, 

but for the rest of us,

 it seems to just shape our sadness 

into something extraordinary;

something that would blaze beyond Earth,

it makes us call on to what went on forever.

 It isn't a place of all opaqueness and desperation for joy,

 but it is a barren day

with inexistent light.

It is a later night,

with so much to give out-

and with absolutely nothing to say.

I counted each consequence,

I found lots that made no sense.

I counted each word,

As little as it may have been,

It made me grow with time.

I counted the tongues that yoddled, 

I desperately wanted this tension to break away;

I figured that only the young would find what they were looking for.

I was crippled.

I continue to wizen.

I am crippling

as I watch this skyline meet the dusk horizon. 

The city is so dark.

The city is blinding my soul.

I was hanging right there in the middle of the skyline.

I was idling when I felt that I couldn't proceed.

I was idling.

Idle. 

That's what was stuck in the depths of my cerebrum.

Ever since then, 

I patiently waited for the sun to appear beneath its painting in an unforeseen kiss.

Ever since then, 

The moon has been visiting me twice a night.

Once in my dreams,

and another with the wind.

Best part was, 

I didn't even have to open my eyes.