VIII

VAULT
The solitude she finds standing under it.


She loves the sky.

The calmness reflected from the azure.

The sky being blue.

Its silence, its distance,
the gnosis hidden behind.

The danger it roars
whenever it turns gray.

The dreams it brings
whenever it lets those grains twinkle distinctively.



Its tolerance to hold tears before it finally cries over the land.

VII

COLOURS


Getting tired seeing the brightness of orange. It even came to a point where it sucks.

It's sunny spirit irritates her senses.

Guess it'll take some time for her to get back with blue...

Pink? Nah, she doesn't think she'll ever get back there.

Seeing the red and black... the combination seems to suit her well.

Tough, inward... comfortable to her sight.

Makes her feel alone... The way she wanted things to be.

VI

ECLIPSE


the magic of a bud coming out of the earth

the hope shone by sunrise

the courage of a young bird to soar high

the comfort in the fire

the life from a dead leaf

the serenity among troubled waters

the strength from a stone

the love akin to the white sands in the shore

the forgiveness in the eyes of a child

the friendship of the sky and the seas

the distance between the eyes

the blessing in the rain

the beauty in the dawn

the solitude in midnight

the bitter truth

the silence in the words spoken


In the absence of light,
see the invisible to the eyes.