In the wake of the sun\'s demise,
I\'ve heard a voice a pleasant rustle;
from above it shook my center,
I didn\'t know from where to enter;
sudden spirals appear and entice,
egregiously surmise what I realize;
tender the tone of her whisper,
dispersing a hello a tongue twister;
her being floating through time and space,
never-mind it isn\'t the human race;
bulging depth of my eye\'s silhouette,
reciting an allegory with my last breath;
I shout and tremble over the horizon,
dignified I thought the cape of a bison;
a feather stuck inside my heart,
it flew and grew metastasizing the art;
of self reflection and painful visions,
she didn\'t know if it was given;
I threw my essence on the ground,
she didn\'t care if it was found;
found and lost a paradoxical state,
she couldn\'t see nor relate;
bestowed upon my deepest sorrows,
luminescence of charm and it follows;
it erupted inside our fragile minds,
a volcano filled with lost souls;
the gravedigger cementing the holes.