Aftermath

[silver]

Where once a majestic stand
of towering oaks stood
a monument to synchronicity
seeded from the choice acorns
of the best made plans
and sugar plum dreams

Now lies a swarthy swath
of smouldering asinine ash
occasional pewter tendrils
of fire blasted foliage
sending S.O.S. signals
to the empty blue heavens

This dour vignette
all that is left of us
in the aftermath
of one passing
freak lightning
storm too many

Welcome
to the New Age
of you and me

~SiLver.









"...nothing last forever
and we both know
hearts can change..."
-G'n'R

[phantasm]

How many times does lightning have to strike from the clear blue sky
For you to realize there is something more than dumb luck coming your way?

You've grown too tall for your own good, your profile is too prominent
Your own way of doing things is too dominant
Everyone can see you from miles away, and then you wonder why you're taking flak
It's because of all your sins
It's because you build a world where no one wins
Except for the people at the very top.

How can you keep going and ignore the smell of smoldering wood in the morning?