Love Without Release

Cotton blotched skies like wandering sheep suspended in
the sea, threaten to drench the verdure in shades of grey,
a sapphire haze descends upon the blades of gilded leaves,
as another fickle summer is dissolved in the heat of rain.

As the warmth begins to plot its final escape, I watch the
daisies distort under the weight of their dreams,
their petals palsied pushing further into their graves
As the heavens proceed to pelt our hearts once again.

And I know the Seasons are absolved of their treacherous
ways. ‘Tis us flowers that pay the price for loyalty.
When the Sun can leave its faithful barks to the mercy of rain
Must I question this foreseeable absence?

We are all chained to something lost.

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~By: Tanya~
~Images: Pinterest~