It begins with beauty,
ending there also;
seeing turquoise tides
and diamond lies daily;
watch the wild bluebirds
fly aimlessly to nowhere;
listen to the weak babbles
of those in translucent pain;
gape upon the blackened sycamore
that lost its life in an unknown war;
turn around to live the scarlet terror
of the haughty fire caused by jealousy;
smell the lavender beauty
of calm minds;
back to the pretty;
the mysterious ocean;
with its translucent hatred
of the slippery shadows.
that come to take you.
and the bitter teardrops
of hallucinogenic souls.
that wish to drown you in their sorrows.
The beauty there was
is no more.