beautiful day

prologue.

it's a beautiful day
sky falls feel like
it's a beautfiul day
don't let it get away

act i.

it is not when doused embers miraculously erupt into white flame that one acknowledges a higher being, but when, improbably, they battle on ever brighter, ever brighter, that the eye is not blinded but enlightened to God.

grotesque structures of rising concrete transfigure beauteously under the fast-fading glow of the setting sun, as does melancholy withdraw the glare to colour the world with radiant shades of blur and night, in these throes of uncertainty that peace is birthed.

act ii.

reject the cheer and chirp of the head-bobbing beats, with their pretence of joy merely tacked on cheaply with verbose cliche. embrace instead the embroidery of stray notes and syncopation, and watch as they embellish the heart with wine-warmth smiles.

scour the creamy flower fields, present me the most elegant lily, watch them flutter away with the shifting winds. seize upon the sole thorned-scarlet, pierce foolish inhibitions, greet not the gentilesse but its subsequent lack, and yearn for more of the same.

act iii.

watch! watch! language the illusion that obfuscates the truth but, artist-like, proclaims it all the same. couched in eloquence is emotion, embedded in imagery is reality; falsehood and imagination cast no shadows.

epilogue.

let the crumbling sky collapse and die, that it may open the way to the heavens above.