8 December 2011
Something takes over the field of your sight; as slowly the sky turns deliciously bright. Like fiery red tongues, clouds lick the sky; that, popsicle purple, melts into the night.
Dripping with jealousy, the moon hangs atop; fading to peppermint grey, quite aloof. Mistaking the sun for a warm ginger drop; the sea swallows hard, coughing stars up the roof.
Something resounds in the chains of your heart; as the holler of crows bounces off the dark. Clouds whine and grumble,silencing the moon; distracting the fireflies with sinister sparks.
Circling the skies, quite sentinel-like; the stars spectate quietly, the meteors' race. As grandeur sinks into your minuscule mind; The universe puts itself back into its place.
Sundrown • Opuss № I