A blue child listens
to the whispers of withering winter
as indigo skies drip from a canvas of shattered hope
the child is born with empty eyes that cradle
the teardrops of an ancient nightmare
his features fading in the endless blue of a forest lost at sea
gnarled midnight branches and dusty stems of charcoal
sway in dreaming starlight and sleeping planets
ashen words tumble from a grey horizon
and fall onto his frozen face
silently splintering into soft snow
Wonderful piece!
Wow! That was good. Beautiful flow to it.
Do you know me..? That is touching, thanks
the picture took me in somehow
beautiful words as well 🙂
thanks to share
Thank you!