rePHILed

Month: June, 2014

Lapse

Hues of yellow and orange dance in harmony across the cloudless sky; worn, at the twilight of its day. But the cycle never ends. It spins and rolls and turns unrelenting, without a care of anything and everything around it. It just continues moving forward, going on.

My footprints follow behind me, a tangible symbol of my existence. My presence engraves itself into the innocent sand continually, without motive. Not in a bad way, just empty. Cycling.

The waves rush up shore. Its mood fluctuating imperceptibly, but consistent on the whole. Like anomalies on a graph, marginally off but still relevant. Slightly angry at times, happy, sad, excited, lonely. Cycling.

Some regions of sand are sated. They are thoroughly hydrated and reject any more moisture from the sea. Others, dry. Screaming. They absorb the water with aggression and you can see their thirst quenched immediately. But water exists in 3 forms, and will soon evaporate away, stripping away their moisture, their comfort. Cycling.

Gazing at the distance, a blanket of blackness covers my thoughts. Sending me into a quiet sleep. Another cycle. But this one actually has an end, and I won’t know when it ends.

 

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Wings

Are these wings of mine

Strong enough to lift my tired soul

Above from the endless craze

The pointless fantasy, a flimsy imagery

Yet drawn so seductively

Or will these wings of mine

Get caught in between the cogs

Of this ravenous machine

Will these wings of mine

Fly me fast enough

To shatter barriers of misguided ideals

Or will they freeze on droplets of liquidated dreams

Are these wings of mine

Capable of bringing me home

Or will they lose me to eternity

Dropping me far below

Is home the place I should be

Or will it just be another retrograde show