So many distractions, the teal is tainted, and the blue is faded, but among your eyes are daffodils and diamonds
You see under the somber sky where majestic jewels sit, a flower can sometimes bloom at night
The whispers of angels tend to linger upon the moon tide…there you see, to invoke echoes cascading images of you
A distraction you may be… carrying me away from the muse and music regarding now…
Lively is my fever as I anticipate the anxiety of what could be absolute…Behold a heavenly view
Perpetually grounded, perceptually compromised…for the sinner is to judge what seems likely beautiful outside of thee open blue
Tainted, as we have shared in the transgressions, which we have fallen too
Beauty in the moment painted teal therefore, forsaken by forever… the evergreen to harken unto the night
However still, there is you…my judgment beneath the firmament, standing radiant thus elated by angelic secrets
Murmuring magic belonging to divine fools, who believe reverence simply shadows only behind ghastly gates
Could a blessing be a curse… perhaps or perchance…a distraction…
A tale I am to tell as the nightingale gossips about your wonderment, telling me that there art flowers underneath the moon
Holding me to a standstill for I see a glint dancing in the arms of a gleam… trapped within a gemstone mimicking the sight of you
Dearly I say… fiendish has become this nightcrawler, whom of which, has argued with godlike beings about these moments
Occasions, where mortality rivals’ eternity and I began to lose paradise…condemned for my ways…for I have been distracted
Misguided, gilded in tampered tides, guilty because I have allowed myself to be enchanted by this purgatory,
Made uneasy also by these ornamental embellishments…What is more perfect among God’s glorified creations…
What is everlasting could be a distraction…what is momentarily could without a doubt be indefinitely… so forth infinitely
Surely, heaven is not just a staged moment reigning here to distract us from thee uncertainty…obviously
Although, you are…you thereupon a canvas atmospheric, yet hued dejected; disjointed, still royally acrylic in blue
Look as I gaze upon a Daffodil, in this dark hour, one bejeweled with diamonds stolen from the hands of said creator
Such is divinity that lies distracted from such humanity, such sin…and in the beauty of all blessed things found fleeting
Much like a distraction or a moment… or an odyssey-colored teal and made out to be as “Ever”
– Renee Verona
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