(I)
Broken shards
from a withering cluster,
wreckages that soothes nerves,
like broken fragments
through a shallow water passage,
stifled celebration,
carefully ousted on hostile waters,
glimpses of darkness on
stilled surfaces,
hollowness causing newness
to fall to pieces.
Swift demise when
a troubled past set sail,
seeking the infamous
enlightenment.
Slain emotions are the new bliss,
ruptured heart seeking asylum
in the warmth of a
good-old-fashioned embrace.
Endless daydreams,
when rainbows and promises
the rain brings,
moonlight tales of a defunct reality,
where's the divinity
in a serene night ushering
in the chaotic slumber?
And the broken pieces, though
graceful couldn't make
out a flawless whole,
let alone the ashes
from a matyred dream.
But through the chaff,
and scavenged leftovers,
in fallen petals, crispy in death,
a mix of dead sunflowers
and sulfur springs,
revealing nature and toxicity
at their finest.
(II)
Let them waves, however big
or small, sweep us right
back to our feet.
And this love, however
intoxicating or obliterating,
ferry us through the depths,
all the way down to a
blissful abyss.
This cover, however subtle
or gentle, caress us
not to eternal sleep.
And these colours, however
bright or quiet, grace us
with beautiful daydreams.
However smooth or rough
the day may seem, however
meek or serene, the moonless
night.
Through oblivion, through
the noise and chaos, our
sanity we'd hope to keep.
That in the end, the brittle shall
alone stand in the embers.
Be it swift or slow the journey
to fulfilment,
And though the very essence
lost in the process, we hope
we'll have enough time to see
it to the end.