Bright

I feel her radiant, bright.

She conjures up a halo, she longs for the whole body of life, devastated by towering devils

And drinking, churning turnstiles that

Only let you out, never in.

Her fury and pain is tangled in singeing light, blurry from earth’s vibrations,

I feel each skip of her shuddering life,

I feel her within an inch of my soul’s devastation.

She is a beautiful three letter word, she is a beautiful sound, she is a dream of

Day.

She is bright.

But, I am night.

I can never move near enough to her, I am so far and so near.

Our tensions move within an atom’s second, but we can be cataclysmic to so much if we fall

Into that goopy, messy, mushy faction

Of space.

How I feel it but cannot live it,

It is a beautiful envy of quaking majesty.

I hear her name in every corner, I see it in the etchings of my story

Yet it cannot grip past the paper and onto the walls of my house,

As our beats are skipping along a long composition of eternity

Flames felt like a pulling song bird

Belting out a most mournful, breathtaking verse.