White Willows And Black Diamonds

An envisionment torn of promises be stills all

As I am curious to inquire our thoughts towards these feeble lies

Those painted with colors of the shifting seasons

And the primordial phenomenon belonging to a sacred sky

Notably a fabricated tale of a three dimensional coded canvas

One bound and broken by the algorithms
Instilled within the alchemistic geometric mind

Therefore what life do we crave if only to die...

For forevermore

Are these undying souls embodied unto the shells of man

Shells known as the shackles that shamed so swiftly onto the spirit

But always do they appear to crumble

Still…

Woe and weeping be falls

The accumulated grains of stardust

Those who have forgotten their majestic place among the heavens

As well as the noble light that they will always carry

Because, It’s a tragedy to see that only fools are fated 

To suffer the aeons of reincarnation 

With a grim twist of only returning to this world 

Yet, I am perhaps one of the greatest fools agonizing among this equinox

And although,

This balanced cycle will come to its inevitable end 

I shall strive never to miss an eclipsing sun 

In saying that

I bare no sadness to an illusion

But, it may in part remain as a cherished dream
That I will not soon forget

As white willows lie among the desert's sand

And as black diamonds are lost to an echoing cry

I so remain a vessel forever divided, however there are no crimson tears 

There is only a fragile blue smile...

~ Paradise's Poet ~