If you dream of the days before we became -
while we floated in our own world of bliss.
Imagine -
everlasting clouds of dreams -
an eternity on which to ride.
If you remember the days before we fell,
an infinite unrest was awoken.
Decisions were laid before our eyes:
To live or to die was a choice beyond our
fingertips.
If you can recall the evenings when the
stars glistened and we lay upon the rooftops
for hours.
The days flitting away as we watched the
flames.
Do you still see what we miss?
Weeks upon years of drifting beneath
reality.
That moment of magic fell from the heavens.
Lest the memories be forgotten. |
Submission Name: evenings
