Sep 8, 2018
Desolate Serenity
you were a dying star
the magnificent collapse of something extraordinary
and as infinite beauty fades from you,
it bled into everything around me
now i can see you in desert sunsets and stretches of woods
in late night conversations and long road trips
but it isn’t you anymore
it never was
i made the fatal mistake of believing that all beauty began and ended with you
that nothing could exquisitely exist without whispering your name
but the open road does not speak of you, and neither do the city skylines
they communicate in a language of frequencies
of vibrations
of energies directed at the soul
all of the Beautiful Things do not speak of you, but they do speak in a tongue
that you were once fluent in
- finner
