A static willow sprung into life —
Expanding and contracting as one
Inhaling and exhaling —
With every gust
Vapor collects overhead
The Darkness lingers
Shadows extend in all directions —
The World is consumed
Dense clouds erupt —
Power surges with every strike
Life contracts —
Enduring its greatest foe
Silence sets in
Stationary, it patiently waits —
Breathing in, breathing out
Time has no end
Evenings spent under the warm gaze of the sun
By each other’s side
Together our minds were
On each other
Osculating, a common activity
Accompanied by
Your intentions to love me
Yet you proved my undertaker
Definitions may differ
I had ulterior purpose
Your eyes seemed accepting
I escaped your grasp to overcome you
Intoxicated by your fragrance and appeal
Anything beyond was overwhelming
One wrong move
Your love you would remove
Purity, the entire root of the ordeal
Suddenly I was a monster in your eye
The relationship was now contrite
Due to my audacity
And because you were shy
Separated and rejected
How could you put me in this situation
Monthly trying to conform to your favor
Finally with you once more
You fool me
Speak of how mature
You have become
My own mistake has forced me to end
I would rather fry here
Than rot there
Definitions can differ
And demonstrations can too
So why don’t you
Cry to the him some more
Explain
How you were taken advantage of
While they bust down my door
And I tell myself
How I should have moved on
The white noise above the water
Will finally be silenced
With the sound
Of my cleansing
The sunless sky approaches.
He wakes up as others go to sleep,
Alone under the starry curtain,
Starts roaming around the house.
He was seeking for some time alone,
Time to reorganize and look back on his day.
Time, too swift and busy in the morning,
Slows down and rest during the hours of darkness.
He enjoys solitude and freedom in the gloom.
Sensing each and every minute passing,
Recaptures morning and observes night.
Light approaches and Time resumes its work.
Meanwhile, he becomes insensible once again,
Waiting until the night sky resurges.
The sun sets, but we don’t see it
A bird flies by and the eye follows
It soars aimlessly into the atmosphere
Then it is gone.
Crickets chirp loudly
There is no break in their song
There is rhythm to it and
Not long after – it is gone
My ears grow deaf
As the song repeats
But there are intangibles
To keep me on my feet
Shady Side Academy's literary magazine, established 1928
