Dusk In The Crack Of The Dawn

The time has come,

But the sky is sometimes so capricious.

Dreams want to get over now, wanting that ray of light to fall on the eyes so that the mind can breathe the reality.

Many elements aching for the morning to end their starving.

Maple leaves waiting for the winds to change, demanding an orange glow.

Butterflies yearning to crack their cocoons to unravel their wings.

Ponds want that warm hugging to stay glimmered throughout the moment.

Mountains hungry for light slivers to satisfy their darkness.

Hearts crave those summer heats that will let them fall in love.

Contemporaneously musing symphonies so that maybe a single ray will heed them and will let them taste their desires.

The time has come,

And here comes the blushing sky.

Infiltrating the hearts

Sunlight teasing the cracked skins.

-AS-