Gentle as the falling night...

Life just slips away
as if it were red wine
slipping through
the glass that
encloses it.
Hot bitter nothings
slip through her fingers
marking the passing of
the years.
Rays soar from the sky
above
as symphonies play
beneath the sea.
Tongued whispers
can only dream of speaking
the language of white diamonds.
She bitterly moans as the
gardens pass by her
the rain trodden grounds
echo of lost dreams and thoughts.
From dream to fleeting dream
hope is nothing
but a sparkling ray of light
reaching for those
who welcome its
comfort.
As smooth as death
I leave this plain
headed for somewhere
better.
Shout out to those
who look to the west
hoping.
hopelessly.

The.
End.

Haha, nothing better than playing with magnetic words and seeing what coherent phrases and whatnot that can be made up. That is what this post was about...the randomness of words and their meanings...
I seem to be in a creative mood at the moment...hmmmm...i need some more canvases...so back to my words it shall be.......ciao.