you must burn brighter than ever
The honeybee didn’t have time for solemn perplexities, the ghosts that might haunt. The flowers were rivals for her attention, and they stirred against her senses in such a yearning for a time, for a place, worlds beyond this one. But instead of fading into the abyss, into the void, into the heartache, she applied herself readily – the lilting smile never fading, never undaunted, never dimming, even in the wistful arches and laments. She didn’t have her family to share it with here – but she could do the same with Aurelia.
As the smuggler took off, so too did the youth, racing, racing, racing after fields of long grass and vibrant clover. Melita could smell and sense all the wondrous fragrances tumbling through each one of their savage, haphazard steps, alight and enlightened, and she laughed, laughed, laughing, the untamed minuets and stanzas slipping from throats and hearts. Nothing and no one would stop her.
Bless Fangorn, who’d simply chosen a stone bench while they cackled and coerced.
Restless, with her crimson locks flowing like a lion’s mane behind her, her long limbs caught up to Aurelia, and she probably lost several bundles of petals and stems along the way. “You said you were here before?” Curiosity, as she buoyed and launched, would never die either. “What else did you see?” What more remained of this earth, beautiful and incandescent?
As the smuggler took off, so too did the youth, racing, racing, racing after fields of long grass and vibrant clover. Melita could smell and sense all the wondrous fragrances tumbling through each one of their savage, haphazard steps, alight and enlightened, and she laughed, laughed, laughing, the untamed minuets and stanzas slipping from throats and hearts. Nothing and no one would stop her.
Bless Fangorn, who’d simply chosen a stone bench while they cackled and coerced.
Restless, with her crimson locks flowing like a lion’s mane behind her, her long limbs caught up to Aurelia, and she probably lost several bundles of petals and stems along the way. “You said you were here before?” Curiosity, as she buoyed and launched, would never die either. “What else did you see?” What more remained of this earth, beautiful and incandescent?
Melita
