Spring

Tranquility, invaded by threads made of burning memories.
Like a sheet of paper floating slowly being pulled into the abyss by the water it was supposed to oppose.

Wires rolling out with the rhythm of the waves.
Little rays of sunshine running along the silvery cords, that feel like black tentacles, wrapping around and around.
Unable to breathe joy and love, just shadows and demons in a frenzy invading and tearing apart.
Like locusts let loose upon a golden field.

Come rest in the deep,
Where the sun isn’t real and warmth comes from below.
Where we have no need for glorious angels cause we can fly on our own.

Flowers blooming with vivid emotions and withering away right after.
Their memories carried away by the summer breeze.
Blossoms springing from the still blazing ashes, grasping for the distant skies.
Rising like a phoenix.
Doomed to continue this cycle of metamorphosis till the dying stars implode.

The vibrations traveling along the strings reaching their crescendo,
Orchestras playing symphonies while my heart is being born a new.