Phototropism

Look past the outskirts of the town of stray men

And see the purple hue of the lovers who’ve turned to sand

The dust cloud that flows like silk along the breeze

Until it’s dispersed completely

 

Run blindly past the seam of shadow and light

A lack of judgement gives into instinct

reach into the primal depths once buried by doubt

And find untainted, pure, sacred grass

 

The growth is stunted, but now it breathes!

It aims toward the sun and commands me to run

Vines emerge and pull me up

I’ve risen!

Reviews

[iamshadowine]

wow! this is a wonderful write!
keep writing :D