Firestarter

When its not yet clear

As the clouds conversed on the schedule when the rays were to depart-
they emitted down to the table,
there,
where blue met the sparkle of wonder-
where
a mouthful of stars shown exuberance a
delightful song,
and wonder display-
It was art-
one part elegant,
two part flow
Like my most wanted hobby,
only who would appreciate it so-
Immersed in a renaissance prose-
It would be you there,
speaking happily on the angle of love
while the stroke of aged paint
gives the most conversation intrigued-
Its where a sonnet
meets the rap of a peril,
but the sound of a harp
in a classic story-
As the moon tipped its color ordained,
I looked back,
ventured toward your stray-
the comedic subjects grew on us,
and it left footprints-
On the sands that your blood is birthed-
There afar,
I would give my sake of just and being-
for the hand-
As the wall of resisting and temptation divides,
behind,
we find the safe comforts
from the realistic
smile of potentials-
And there,
I will stay,
until the wall is defeated-
We will,
once again
play to the tune
of your note-

Author's Note

Just ramblings - I don't aim for perfection, only release