The ceiling fan keeps spinning.
If I were to die, if heaven were to fall, the blades would continue to pass as though it were nothing at all.
Cut through the wind, the worries, the ache of time.
Every fight in that room ended with my head on the ground and my eyes on the fan.
The chills of the aftermath left me shaking mercilessly.
My world is spinning. Someone slow me down.
A pungent gasp left my lips, and I closed my eyes.
Perhaps someday gravity will bring it to a halt, and I will stand on the brink of time and space, wishing for more.
Better than gold or silver?
No. Better than love or lust.
More enticing than control over the rain and storms.
A passion unknown by mortal beings.
Only gods are within the reach of the powerful infringement.
Who are you to say it’s a desire of yours?
You won’t back down you say? Well, then,
I suppose it’s only fair to grant permission for you
To catch a glimpse of the blinding treasure.
The wind blew its song through the feathers of the raven.
The hallowed force of unstoppable talons traumatized foes.
Who dare change the winds?
Yea, surely as the passing of the tide,
The war will cease.
The wind will die down.
The raven will land.
Followed; gazed upon; lost.
Set on display; forgotten.
Played with; untouched.
Left without a care; uncared for.
There’s finally a right and finally a wrong.
Though the least of men always knew
Because sorrows run like streams past islands
Of hope and despair.
And just as easily as the river ran, it was transformed into an insightful radiance;
Serenity overflowing the cup of the mind.
Stretched tall and forced to carry
The weight of adults with the strength of a child.
I want to welcome sleep
In the same way I would welcome
The type of dream where I’m flying.
Please let me fly.
A purple hue around a blackened sun.
It’s lost its color, but the eye still has its flare;
The view is still there.
But am I really torn
Or am I just seeing truth for the first time?