Scarlet torrents of stained water
rushed down the wheel of infinity,
as her hands reached out to touch the sky,
hoping to capture the joy of the sunlight's rays,
only to have it flow through her fingers
and trace the shadows of her collapsed smile.
She spent her tears creating the hail
that would come to sculpt beauty
into the twisting roads of nowhere
that rested in the trails of desolation,
deeply carved into the valley
where she hoped to forever rest.
So dark was her night sky,
never framed with the radiance
of a smiling crescent moon.
So endless, her frights,
causing deep shivers within her bones,
as she would curse the tenacity
of her meaningless life.
All she wanted to see was the ending
to the story that she had always dreamed,
the one forever eluding her desperate grasp.
She would express her agony
through shaping vermilion rivers
flooding the deepest reaches
of her diary - the valley,
with the remnant heartbeats
of her punctured heart.
She yearned, she yearned, she yearned,
for a morning sun's sadness
to grace her lithe figure with its smile,
as every day, and every night,
her hands would stay straight,
grasping at the sky.
Within the ravaged threads of time
imbued within her violet silk dress,
she could feel the impermanence
of the stars and the heavens;
she could feel her life crumbling into ash,
denying her wishful world of light.
But as her bones crumbled into dust,
the divine winds of providence
would finally caress her weary soul,
as she once again reached out towards the sky
before withering away,
ushered into the valley by the wind,
finally freed from mortal shackles,
dancing with the wind in explosions,
like a true Dandelion Child.
Thank you so much for your kind words, and thank you for reading. I love this one too myself, it's one of my writes that have absolutely been planned, and written with a very specific and detailed scene and story in mind from the very start. I love how it ended up working according to the vision I had!
Thank you for reading and commenting, it is very appreciated. I agree that it is kind of sad, melancholy is probably the main emotion guiding my writing in this piece. In a way, it's all a metaphor of something I was forced to witness, and an attempt to come to understand its meaning.