Empty Love Dreams

My hands are crinkling towards the sockets of my dreary eyes.
Mourning for the new coming day, for it has spoken and it has begun.
The bright grands that lay across each crevice of the sun sink lightly over the noon.

Look at the skies and I will perish,
because this day has come when the birds can no longer sprout a song.

The first majestic blush that shimmered over the blue was proud and confident.
The confidence overcame with hedonist movements towards the opposition,
For then the skies turned many unknown colors and bloomed a new lust.
This was the beginning of a eternity of a shared blunder.

The days created the flashes of light through the skies,
Dances over the hills in different maroons and indigo hues,
The birds peered through the forests and could only gander in spiteful inspections,
In these weeks the clouds moved entwine,
Worried jays sang a farewell.

When the gusts would come close, the opposite would hush the blow,
The combination of these skies would keep in the mercy of each other,
Ever shall they part will the nights turn to twilight skies with empty stars,
Then the passing winds would move back to the corners they intruded.

The birds today were silent,
No awaking and no crowded chanting,
Only sightless glistens through the trees.

Many felt it and could see it up above,
The bright skies have turned upon each other,
What had happened to the lust that paraded over the blue,
The opposite thundered in its ego,
As the airy white breath flusted in circles among the land.

It seems as though the black has bled the hands of the air,
Created sinful residue and showered the remains over the hills,
Deceit climbed from the skies of other frontiers and made a storm,
Forgetting that each had passion for another in the days of the sun.

The rain began to pour, and the sin that channeled,
Risen in the clouds, as the birds remained mute.

I opened my eyes, and could see that jealousy killed the skies.

Never will I trust so easily again.