Walking
along the forlorn ocean;
the western shore is in melancholy.
Cold feet
sink into the sand
overrun by the wallowing tide.

I hear trickles of a song swim through the wind,
and I glance atop a glorious mountain.

Halo resting on a burried shoulder;
an angel weeps upon
her violin.

Plasmic tears strike up a
dysphoric symphony
that sends the purple
mountains to a depressing sleep.

Her body spins into a
hollow dance.
Her soul mourns to be heard.

Flashes of heavenly
white wings
send
majestic emotions across
the depleted valleys
for all the
lost to float through.
Her mind wishes of
an idyllic life;
she is a simple creature.

Drifting out across the feeble ocean,
a spectacular song fades away.
As the air turns silent,
an enigmatic angel
dances deep into the night
unaware she has been heard;
and a cold fog slowly
hides her from the world.