Longings

The tangled matting of hair hanging in curls of auburn threaded into impossible.

Sleeping soldiers helping the sun rise softly against the moon.

Nightingales torrid songs inspiring daydreams in the innocent.

Sorrowful mornings skies brushed in crimson echoing the violence in the night.

Patterns of life spiraling into infinity searching for the ancient secrets in light.

Jesus nails his wooden barriers in front of children's eyes.

Seeing the world for the hatred inside the fated thread.

Longing for someone that never imagined pain.

Dead rotting mournful cries of un-restful sleep.

Strong hands hurling fire across the heavens in vengeance of tortures long forgotten.

Singular wishes of demented dreams splintered across glass blown beaches.

Bandages of purple silk wrapped around abrasions of unfortunate wounds.

Healing the pathways of lies with the echos of angry words spoken by the feeble.

Tears of loss kissing the grass lined roads of our graves.

Complex comprehension imagined beyond the simple minds of spiders.

Climbing the walls of the destruction.

Glittered dust suspended in time.

Brushing the wrongs under the grass.

Hope seems broken.

Dreams are becoming lost.

Hatred is more lovely.

Love or unstable obsession.

Yesterday is strangled by their lies.

Tomorrow masks the stunted hope.

Sing until today weeps.

Then live after the song.