Words written in sand,
They float to people’s hearts,
Carried by the winds and the oceans.
Words written on stone,
While away with time,
The oceans wearing the tired rock,
Into something small and meaningless.
But words written on paper,
Fade slowly and beautifully,
Unashamed of their short lifespan,
Their meaning burnt into our hearts.
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Words written in sand,
Is equated to drowning
I cannot count
Have drowned in
As the moon rises in the obsidian sky,
I look to the heavens and start to cry,
Then the skies’ tears begin to fall,
As if it could possibly understand me at all.
The sky has nothing to cry for and yet,
That only causes it to continue to fret,
It doesn’t want to be lonely again,
But then, it doesn’t know who to call it’s real friend.
The sky is alone, it almost never smiles,
But when the blue comes, a sun so bright beguiles
us with it’s beautiful brilliance.
The sky is strong, there are many worlds it holds,
Worlds that scream in pain from the cold,
Worlds crying out to a man that’s not here,
Worlds that are crying with a single tear.
This is the darkest place I know,
From which all darknesses seem to flow,
It’s in my heart, and in my mournful glare,
This darkness, it is everywhere.
Tell me of a place, somewhere long ago,
A place where no human dared to go,
Tell me of it’s darkness, and of it’s strange light,
And how it seemed to escape from our sight.
Maybe that’s where darkness ends,
After all these minds it rends,
In a place no one can see,
A land untouched by you, or me.
Please tell me, where is this land,
A place as gentle as the touch of a hand,
As fair as the flowers blooming in spring,
As clear as a melody’s beautiful ring.
If this place is simply not here,
Can we make one up, my dear?
Can we exist in an imaginary place?
Can we survive in the smile on your face?
How could this land possibly be real?
If I know, my lips are sealed,
For I’m in a place where humans dare not to go,
And this is the darkest place I know.
Then the sky fell into the emerald sea,
Made man and mermaid alike gasp in awe,
And all who witnessed such beautiful sight,
Would only suffer by the hand of a claw,
No sadness would be worth the fall,
No such awful pain beknown,
The terror of the deathly thrall.
So the sea and the sky became one,
United in the pitch blackness of the night,
Nothing could escape such blunder,
Not even the birds that took flight.
For under their wings, black feathers grew,
Till they flew no longer,
Yet as the darkness spread and flourished,
It could only grow even stronger.
A light, a single lantern, lit the night,
The night it was no more,
It shined brighter than any mere candle,
And that’s when the sky hit the floor.
It came down with a thud,
And no more pain could befall,
The day the sky fell down to the floor,
Oh, such a terrible thrall.
There is a forest that now only lives in our hearts, but once, long ago, was real. A forest full of ice, and snow, so cold it could freeze even the warmest of hearts. A forest of one thousand trees, that had been frozen for a thousand years, called Sologni…
OK, lets just skip through the intro. I think you get the point. It’s a forest that’s been frozen solid for a long, long time. I was walking through the iced forest when it all started. You see, I was a lonely girl, with no one to understand me. The forest was were I belonged, the one place that only I dared to go. It belonged to no one, but when I would walk through the forest, I could forget all my troubles. No, wait, I’m not making sense. Lets start at the beginning. My beginning. My name is Natalia Rose, and according to my friends, I live the ‘perfect’ life. Yeah right. As if they’d know. My parents hate me, and I’m an only child, so I don’t have brothers or sisters I can turn to. My grades are horrible, and I never sleep, but at least I have a good public image… but that’s not the point. My life is probably the worst it can get around here. And that’s coming from someone who lives in a cursed village. That was what I always figured. Anyway, enough about me. I won’t bore you.
As I strolled at a leisurely pace through the forest, I noticed a single drop of water, coming off one of the trees. I blink, and it disappears. Must have been my imagination. Shrugging it off as too little sleep, I continue walking. Then there’s another drop. I frowned as I watched it drop in front of my eyes. No, I thought, no, it can’t be melting. Not after a thousand years. It’s not possible. As I watched two, then three, then four more drops fall off the trees, I began to panic. This wasn’t just paranoia. This was actually happening. Sologni, the ice forest, was melting. “No… no… NO!” My tears mixed with the water drops, adding to them, making it worse. If the ice melts, then the trees, and all their magic will die. The trees encased in ice were the only thing protecting my village, from disintegrating into ash, as it should have long ago. “NO!” I screamed as I watched my home melt away, flooding everything else with it.
Now, as I walk through the forest of dead trees, without any trace of life, I think about all the innocent lives taken the day that the curse was unleashed. I think maybe it was God’s wrath upon us, for watching all the evil-doers, and not ever trying to stop them. So what is the village’s curse, you ask? Well, it’s over now, but it was a terrible thing. A prophecy foretold that when the forest of one hundred frozen trees melts, the town of Bermuda would become nothing but ash, to be swept away by the winds. And it came true. Right in front of my eyes. My tears were saltier that day, than on any other. I sit down on the cold, unyielding ground, my dress splayed around me, as I hope to be rescued.
Words of hope, whispered to the heart,
These words make for beautiful art,
You cannot see them, but they are there,
Whispered silently to those who really care.
They make me smile when nothing is right,
They give me hope with all nature’s plight,
What is the magic of these beautiful words,
The way they soar through my heart like birds?
I listen to them quietly, they are music in my ears,
I whisper them so softly, so nobody hears,
If you listen even harder, to what I have to say,
You’ll hear those words, more and more with each passing day.
So pay more attention to these words I may mutter,
And ask yourself if you listened to a single word I uttered.