Raphium Series~Reserved

 
I split the air with silence
it was nighttime I think when you left
but how am I to know day from night unless you separate the two
it comes down to tyranny, really

sunflowers on the winds play their music quietly
I am astounded by the beauty of what are called weeds
perhaps they weren't what was desired but I love them
with a will all their own the wild flower persists to bloom

she is alive and well you know, this universe
exhaling visions and stirring memories
it is her nature to be honest good or bad
but that is the night and day of it
she has her own mind and morals

the celestial council are just kids really, playing grownup
a few eons and parlor tricks does not make wisdom
I gain new perspective with every move you make

I don't desire robots
I covet all that is natural
beauty mixed with beast

the reckoning is coming,
as I awaken to the dawning of understanding
I've waited for you a long time to mature

I can wait no longer