The sky was painted in shades of dirges and the birds gave voice to the coming morning in purple song.
I could hear the vibrant color and see the sorrowful sound both clearly, their weight pressed over long.
The stars shuffled behind the blue veil and whispered their final twinkling lullabies of the ending night.
I watched them fade away and wished upon them well-deserved rest, but shed no tears for their plight.
The darkness softened in silky tones and crept over the far horizon to shelter the demonic nightmares.
I turned my back on the final howls of mind’s talon-rending vultures, their lashings no longer my cares.
The sky was painted in shades of waltzes and the birds gave voice to the arrived morning in orange song.
I could hear the vibrant color and see the beautiful sound both clearly, but gave no smile for the throng.
The gathered self-absorbed multitudes missed the chance to escape as they all clamored for attention.
I screamed harmful obscenities over their screen-glare paled faces, their blunt affect held no retention.
The false humming electronic choir drifted on and over and around until the whole world forgot silence.
I tried and failed to understand these creatures that rail against beliefs, but bow at the altar of science.
The sky was painted in shades of ballads and the birds gave voice to the vanished morning in yellow song.
I could hear the vibrant color and see the blinding sound both clearly, their sharpness never felt wrong.