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FADE IN.
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Arm out-stretched beneath
a pale face, blue eyes
eclipse a modest disguise.
I stand up.
Aghast by the ambience of Orange Skies and Shooting Stars,
I bide on a secluded path for an eternity,
accustomed by a concealed restraint,
until twilight draws me closer.
Now disengaged and accomplished enough to ascend into space,
I wave GoodBye and hover past the Space-Junk,
high enough to circulate this feeling of admiration from the dwelling of my heart, to the toes of the most confounded being to ever float down this stream.
Before me and as I stand,
atop this big, dusty planet,
I reach for your hand.
~
You reach for mine, but to no avail.
to coincide with your heart is all I entail.
Treasure Chests of GOLD,
this much I fore told,
a contingency to delve into and resolve.
With each resolution I pass,
an ongoing process until you feel complacent enough to -
reach down and lift me from the top of this GOLDEN Treasure Chest,
and high enough to accept this ROSE I picked from the nursery in my heart.
FADE OUT.
~~~~~~~~~
You picked me up when I reached your shore,
you were the only one that looked past the sad expression sown onto my face,
as much as it hurt to break the stitching and turn this up-side down -
you will need to clip the thorns from my ROSE.
FADE IN.
~~~~~~~~
Arm out-stretched beneath
a pale face, blue eyes
eclipse a modest disguise.
I stand up.
Aghast by the ambience of Orange Skies and Shooting Stars,
I bide on a secluded path for an eternity,
accustomed by a concealed restraint,
until twilight draws me closer.
Now disengaged and accomplished enough to ascend into space,
I wave GoodBye and hover past the Space-Junk,
high enough to circulate this feeling of admiration from the dwelling of my heart, to the toes of the most confounded being to ever float down this stream.
Before me and as I stand,
atop this big, dusty planet,
I reach for your hand.
~
You reach for mine, but to no avail.
to coincide with your heart is all I entail.
Treasure Chests of GOLD,
this much I fore told,
a contingency to delve into and resolve.
With each resolution I pass,
an ongoing process until you feel complacent enough to -
reach down and lift me from the top of this GOLDEN Treasure Chest,
and high enough to accept this ROSE I picked from the nursery in my heart.
FADE OUT.
~~~~~~~~~
You picked me up when I reached your shore,
you were the only one that looked past the sad expression sown onto my face,
as much as it hurt to break the stitching and turn this up-side down -
you will need to clip the thorns from my ROSE.
