From Doleful to Joyful at arrena.us

Dream not for a day, but every day.

A byway,

lost but not alone
our sun setting on the darkening horizon–
one that is filled with such vibrant, autumn colour

The hues illuminating;
The wind so soothing;

But the red, yellow, and orange

fade

a nebulous shadow grows.

What is the illusion?

in the city

I see people,

but the relation between inanimate things and the living
had already become relative

indistinct

I see people in the city,
but I see no one.

Drive me home quickly

soft Langley road.

I will shut my eyes
so clarity can be reached.

Because tomorrow will be,

it will be our last day.

An unexpected solar flare–

it will leave nothing capable of regret.

And dreams will then be,

…

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Light-years away, a sun’s ray hides four planets from earth’s destruction.

A girl embraces her mother’s love

For the first time ever she has witnessed a shooting star,

she believes

God loves her

She will grow up in her tribe

She will feel blessed every day

unknowing of the true horrors,

unknowing of a single word, billions could have said.

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Every new generation,

the ebbing of societal error.

The increase of matter and complexities;

the harmony of exploration and new beginnings

A smile can be found anywhere,

In hearts and memories,

our remnants or predecessors

Its the joy of the occurrence,

something that just

an event that just

the magnitude of sensation

just one being

capable of appreciation.

that is all it takes.

Feel it now,

for we occur

it occurs,

just this once.