Spirited Inventory

 

Bodies flinch in regret as the solemn hands collide.

Blisters drain the golden rain drops of shame that has weight down a generation. 

Lungs reopen from be collapsed shut against the hard times we paved for ourselves. 

Loves songs silhouette as we watch fields we used to roam breathe for our return. 

Youth clamors from many years of stale air, queue the bends as we breathe easy for once in this almost while. 

Weak, weeks of character development simmer on an open flame as the left and right hands simplify the recipe of our downfall, as we waited out our final moments. Eyes closed and shame being the sauce we flavored ourselves in we pour over steeping in the cresting waves of reassurance. Steam rolls from rib cages exiting our self induced comas shame wrapping the ankles once tied down by steel shoes walking on the sun. 

Nothing more as light blankets the newness of dreams hatch as cocoons drift on.

Hope floats and is the scented candle of choice burnt no more on both ends but standing on sundials of eternity. 

We fell asleep in flames as we awake in love mountains waves goodbye, and the seclusion of mountains depart from the deepest basements where we hid for our shame was true, and all that was known until time rolls forward in full bloom.