The Pennies We Wished Upon

The mountains were waiting,
When their water had evaporated.

Like a silk twister entering the skies.

Invisible and harmless particles whither and combine.

Condensation, candlelight.
Nature lives the cycle we fight.

Circular motions to continue a breathing Earth.
Suffocating fumes of innocence lost long ago..

Beneath the soil, among the trees,
The absolute panoramic liberties.

Dream on violent winds.
Run on paper ground.

Rain runs the crevasses of the mountains that were told,
To end in a fountain of providence where wishes sold.

There's Another 11:11, Tomorrow.

Got scared.

Pushed.

Come back.

What now?

I felt the same.

And, I know.

But you don't.

Gone...

Disappearing Wishes

Water running over rocks,
Like drowning souls inside a stream.

Bleeding water through my veins,

Like ice melting through broken seams.

Dreams fading,

Over transformations left at failure.

Wings dying,

When hope gave up believing in a saviour.

And they all rain down together,
Circling from sky to water.

Everything below looks up,
Everything above, smiling down.