Slipping through frail fingers, <br />Fading quickly, grasp to hold on. <br />Pale aquaintance of the shivering wind, <br />Will make the heart beat faster. <br />Shooting stars graze the sky, <br />But the moon quietly watches with good intent. <br />Slipping further and further, tries to hold on, <br />Brilliant light shines as darkness tries to take over. <br />Flames burst and shake against the ground so cold, <br />Trees in spring flourish and colour themselves, <br />Blue skies shine ever vividly. <br /> <br />Shivering wind trembles into oceanic currents, <br />Shooting stars crash into the changing earth floor, shattering. <br />Slipped so far down, struggling to breathe, <br />Darkness overwhelms the birhgtest of all illuminating lights. <br />Flames cru, ble to ember and melt into the hard ground, <br />Autumn leaves spin and crash like the one who drowned. <br />Drowned in the charcoal sky, not a shred of light from the conscience shone. <br />Washed away with a violent grace, <br />Tears shall forever fall, <br />Never to cease. <br /> <br />Slipped through frail fingers, <br />Nothing to grasp but a faded memory.<br /><br />Dead Poetic<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/frail-fingers/
