A sweet gentle breeze I once felt,
hearth of warmth getting cold
from sacred ashes to filth,
scenes rapidly changed and became dirt.
What happened? I asked.
Are the seraphs guiding you not enough?
burning with light but you run away from what's right.
An immortal view and gift of clairvoyance sight,
Connecting stars to constellations as they unite.
How can this be extraordinary?
Simply some mortal twins with two sides
symbolizes the other half of humankind.
Dark as it can be, wuthering seasons of thee.
Shines in the night sky and stands bright up high.
Beyond the Pacific
Feel the cold ocean breeze,
droplets on your lips
where particles are left unseen.
Waves calling your name at ease,
as seafoams forming clouds in the skies of Greece.
In this fragment I sense our warm paradise,
another chance to be with you until the afterlife.
Where I gently hold your fingertips
as we swim in the ocean of the pacific.
My skin is going pale due to the cold temperature
the cherubims swept me off and shall take me for the departure.
The world was once flat as explorers say,
concluding the fact that everything has an end including our special days.
Ships emerge on the beach shores
so remove the anchor since everyone is on board.
The bright hue of the morning sky dyed the sea blue.
My darling, go deeper.
Go see for yourself that none of what you saw is true.
Beyond the pacific, I yearn for a soul I lost somewhere between mid-June.
Let me just bid that I miss you more than I could ever remember you.
Heloise Flores is a writer and an online book thrift store owner who always explores different genres, the author aspires to become versatile in her chosen craft. However, she preferably writes horror, satirical, and gothic themes under creative fiction.
She is also an advocate for anti-bullying and anti-discrimination. Thus, she combats it through her non-fiction written works. She is your typical writer who enjoys art, music, and recreational sports.
