by Jezebel

As the wisteria blows on the wings of spirits lingering still...
The fragrance emanating penetrates on sheer will...
Devour the innocence...
As the passion is reminiscence...
Of a simpler time when questions had answers and sleep was death in love's arms...
Picturesque were the grey skies filled with sunrises and kissing alarms...
Morning, noon and night shadowed by smiles and to be alive, the greatest gift...
But as the moon phases and stars explode, the tides too shift...
Winds of change gust and caress souls of old and new...
For us, the lost collection of energy, the chosen leaders...confused on what now to do...
With fire raging at the core...
Plagued with ideas too powerful to ignore...
Mystified and fascinated by the beauty in the darkness of things...
Complexity is only what this crossroad brings...
"Save our Souls," we cry to those close by...
Because destruction is all our efforts result no matter what angle we try...
Pick us up gently in your palm to treasure us near...
For it is our possessed energy we truly fear...
Take care and nurture the existence while we are here...
Because without you fallen is what we become as tender as a bitter a tear...