Eternity's clock

But up till now, i had sworn myself to loneliness, that part of me fossilized in time when my eye rested upon you for eternity. A moment of soulful annihilation, the unimaginable peace amidst thunderstorms a promising wrap of petals around the fragrance, the dance of the drunken bee, flying within the perishable parameters, drunkenly low, with a buzz, symphonic.

Priceless Devotion

The devotion of leaves amused me, for they whirled like the dervishes. And as i looked more intently how they jumped from one lap of the wind to another, i noticed them carrying the blueprint of every stroke existent in the tree, tree, the leaf's truth. How they swirled happily away. Completely drunk on the idea that they had fulfilled their purpose. As if they now contained the divine script encoded. Fancy that...