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04-04-14, 02:03 AM
The clouds that cover
O so dark and grey
Surmises the end of what began so long ago with a day
I can see it coming
With the smell of aged prophecy
Scribed to her surface in the beginning of time
When spring must have danced alone
Unaware of lifeís intention to give itself infinitely
Giving purpose for the auspicious ones to tell of the inevitability of time
When Springís feet became weary and forced rest
And Winter settled in
This the first sign of immortality
The precedence for all things born unto this brilliance
Must, shall and will leave
Guiding all imaginations to paint its immediate doom
And they perished, returned to the earth in anticipation of same
Now I too see it, gathering and screaming
I see the end charging to its place
No longer dragging its feet
Impatient and bored
Now ready to show its force
And itís just as brilliant as existence itself
Calming yet frightful
And I want to go home
And hold to my earthly possessions
And not let go
Like a spoiled child not willing to spare even a toy
And I should surely demand that this cease
And persuade its stubbornness to lest a slow
Of its certain inevitability
We are not done existing
We have not yet burnt out the sun to an encompassing darkness
We have not yet destroyed all its brilliance
We still own time
I need more time
So I shall declare that my eyes are merely fixed upon the brewing of magnificent storm
And this too shall pass

chrissi lee perroux