Our Perishable, Dying Song

photo credit: nixter

Lukewarm golden silence
In the bidding wake of angels.
Rustling, humble creatures
Secluded from the ethereal etchings
Of destiny and uncertain pining.
Falling stars orchestrate
Many endless, cherished prayers
With bountiful tears
To cleanse the flitting sadness
Of young, puerile souls.
A betrayer of immortality,
Corrupted with bittersweet allure.
Reluctantly confined to
An insufficient sniff of love,
A mere hint with ghostly tastes
Silently fading with each moment.
The rising notes gently dance
To our perishable, dying song.
Catch my dreams as
You would snatch stars
From the jealous night sky.
Luminous moons observing
The destructive immortality of dreams.
The evanescence of life
The purity of love,
As we cling to this dying
Perishable song that
Still feebly rings its notes.
Strumming terminating keys
Across this human universe,
A final chorus to the
Temporal existence we call
The perfectly flawed
Human condition.

Michael Banovac

Michael is an 18-year-old teen writer from Los Altos, California. He graduated in 2011 from St. Francis High School in Mountain View, CA and attends Sonoma State University.

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