Albeit flawed,

Pennylace V

09/06/2019

07:19 PM

Confused, I let off the air thrusting my body

I descended from whence I rose, not even an inch of difference

As I laid my other foot on the ground steadily,

I felt a scary, familiar absence

My eyes fluttered as a drop of water surprised my cheeks

Frowning, I looked in search for visible stars only to see you a afloat, smiling

I let out a soft chuckle, much to your surprise since you have not heard one for weeks

Extending my arms and pulling the weight upwards, I then proceeded to ascending

We let our bodies be maneuvered as if our limbs are clipped to a string, the unseen puppeteer being the September wind

Over meadows and hills we glided, hands never cutting free

I almost mistook it as a dream and dismissed the idea as soon as you grinned

The green pasture below grew wider as we soared through the skies lit partly

I wrote you a letter in August, a five year's worth of translating the waves flowing from the fissures of my heart

It took you only five seconds to read the content and you whispered your thanks dryly

I was an artist stuck, hinged, in a one-dimensional art

And I made this godforsaken town my museum, filling every street with your smile, but all you ever cared about was to flee

Even in your unprecedented departure I remained a faithful friend

I'm just a boy lost in your cherubic gaze, adrift in heaven and hell's midst; I am a demon in pursuit of absolution

Who now dares call me a fanatic if I can turn five years to five thousand if there's you in the end

And who shall merit my perseverance with a solitary vision

We have been freed from the clutches of this world's lose streaks and poor restroom door hinges

I could not beg more for any guidance from the Lord—I failed weathering the storm with you and the rainbow remained unseen

God, if lightning is your way of touching me, I plead Thee strike me down to ashes

I have raised the flag too many times to concede I am unsure if You can still deem me clean

As we sweep against the warm stable winds we felt the rain at a maintained amount; you asked if the meadows ever yield

I forced a smile and said as long as I am allowed the gift of flight and the rain pursues, they will only spread to the farthest expanse of this city and bear fruits no better

Although as prudent as I am five years after, no flora survives without the kiss of sunlight—and you chose to bless a potent field

Now let me fall for you one last time, but this time let me plummet—life leaving my body as the September winds engulf me forever