SayaStarshine

I took a stroll across the planes of time, Saturated in brevity and dappled with delight. I sampled the anecdotes of stories once breathed, Listening to the memories falling like rain. I sat with the first man, discovering his world, Oh how his eyes grew when he laid them on her! I wept as I followed them out into their tomb, The whole world withering to the scent of perfume. I skimmed over the treasure destroying itself, With the fighting and biting and shrieking of lies. I sighed as I watched them flogging their love, Disappointment encroaching like the dark and the dusk. I rejoiced with Heavens that day he was born, The diamon

Forgive a lass, should her words be cold. As she has never known such joy. For never has she found such flowers, That have swiftly turned to jade. For how could she know of the magic of love, If no man has ever stopped to woo her? And how could she feel the tenderness of touch, If such a touch were never invited. Or what good is the bond of friendship, When such bonds have always been tattered. How can she depend on some one like you, When the some ones before you were liars? So forgive a lass her callousness, For no fairytale has crossed her way, To make her dream of a brighter time Like the stories you weave into her mind.