Stories with Elliott

Velvet orchid bleeds the sunrise.
Swaying long grass tassels from the breeze.
The sky weighing heavy within the call.
Leaves gently fall, feeling winters coming squeeze.

Cricket chirps are faintly amiss.
While sinister clouds loom in dismay.
The resonance of children sprinkles the atmosphere.
The remnants of this sodden clay.

The grass is anchored upon this plight.
While the immortal blue is hung as its rival.
Vermin dance on their banquet tables.
As these bleeding orchids cling to survival.

Tears descend down the bark of stricken trees.
Bringing a solemn dance down in its place.
Mended twigs are bound with fervor,
Their beautiful existence one cannot efface.

Life sings from around the shores,
And harkens deep past the loons.
Bullfrogs unleash their ode of fateful love.
While swans draw in from their swoons.

The water ripples with vibrant animation,
As the trout execute wonderful ballets.
The muskrats make ready their abode.
Inclined willows lean from harkening blue jays.

A flicker of light from that star abroad,
Pierces through the spectrum and sphere.
A moment departed evacuates this song unsung,
While its body glistens as a chandelier.

These orchids decanted from their souls,
They call to a summer once knew.
Their silken corolla carries a humble array,
While these flowers fall into the great unknown blue.

Oh sun, why does thou beat upon my chest with all thy fury.
For you are of the sky, and I a tree swaying with the midday autumn breeze.
Collapse within my arms, oh love of mine.
May your fear be laid to the stone and ground to dust.
Your burning heat has swept me away, as I am lost within the current of your smile.
You speak, but your voice is silent.
You touch, but your embrace is withheld.
Move upon these frozen gates and unfurl the keys of unyielding devotion.
For the stars speak of your name, and the moon sings the remembrance of your youth.
Yet they do not know you as I do. They have not kissed your hands as I have.
They cannot share in the secrets cut out from your heart as I do.

In dark times, when the shadows had taken you from me, I loved you.
When the storms came and the clouds blocked my view of you, I still loved you.
When it seemed as though your glory would never shine to these portrait leaves
and withered branches again, I still loved you.
Steal me away from this mortal coil that holsters the anguish of yesterday.
Allow our hearts to beat as one as it did only a fortnight ago.
I will remain, waiting for the kindness imparted from your majesty.
In weakness, your voice will not fall devoid of bended ears within a silhouette of sand.
In frustration, I will reach towards the heavens and await your gentle touch.
In sadness, I will take in your radiant light and whisper to you again, “I am here for you.”

Yours is a flower,
Colors abridged in majesty.
Beauty unparalleled in time,
My guiding beacon, my lovers’ fantasy.

I await a top this mound,
Where you said to meet.
The fire ablaze on three sides,
Cautious I approach, reserved to retreat.

My autumn night,
The very breath of deliverance.
Speak a word and let your power overtake me,
Permit me a look and teach me of reverence.

I fall into your beauty,
Hearts like a thousand horses.
A race to the horizon of a sundered sky,
Powerful yearning within, only reinforces.

Your person is with you,
To rise from beneath the storm’s fury.
To seize the malevolent bygone,
And cast it to an abyss unwary.

Will you sing a song over me?
To feel the breath of your soul deeply.
Unwavering compassion stowed up within,
Lips moved across to mine so steeply.

I watched you sleep on that stone.
A smile that stretched across to mine.
Yet you were unshaken, steadfast, and passionate.
Our hearts collided and forever intertwined.

We talked the night through,
Your smile engaged me in a trance.
Two souls uniting and becoming one.
Two souls powerless to the whims of romance.

I’m writing this letter to you.
To explain the distress, I’ve been through.
I’ve been stranded at sea for some time.
Underneath a sweltering sun and sky so blue.

A few weeks have passed.
Since the storm came and broke our mast.
Fear gripped me when I saw it fall below.
Terror overcame me with a call to “Avast!”

The storm raged with a yowl.
I had seen some flee from the vessel afoul.
The ship now tossed and broke in two.
Death embraced us with a darkened scowl.

I fell away from my safety.
From a vessel that for years helped shape me.
I had poured all my soul into this craft.
But now saw it succumb to waves and frailty.

I was dragged beneath the undertow.
Struggling out for both wind and blow.
My arms flailed and reached for the sky.
The reaper had come with his care to bestow.

When all hope inside was lost.
A piece of my ship by waves was tossed.
So close to me did this plank approach.
Ambition took hold and despair would defrost.

I grasped this wood and cried.
So much was wasted, so much had died.
I drifted at sea the rest of the night.
Hoping I would drown and fade out of sight.

Morning came again but with pain.
I hadn’t departed, everything stayed the same.
The chasm where my heart was only grew deeper.
No words could soothe, no love could tame.

My tongue had no drop tasted.
But when rain fell, not a trickle was wasted.
Food was scarcely found in the deep below.
Yet sorrow be, with my plank I felt elated.

This piece of wood so divine.
Carried me through darkness, to sunshine.
It carried me through waters filled with prey.
It gave me strength when life bellowed to resign.

I have inscribed on this wood.
All my story, with nothing left to be misunderstood.
This wood fragmented from the whole.
Had brought me back from horrors withstood.

Now I stand near a gull.
Far away from that distant skull.
A ship rebuilt to something fresh and new.
The plank I embraced, now my center, my hull.

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