It's summer's noon;

warmth fills the air.

The sun kisses your shoulders

and leaves gold in your hair.

Blends of tea and lemonade,

of freshly cut grass and flower petals,

come together in a love affair.

It's a brisk evening;

rubies and emeralds dance along my feet.

The world has been set ablaze-

from the trees to the cobblestone streets.

Flames burn a sunset of amber

and the world's on fire;

death's never smelled so sweet.

It's a bitter night;

everything's cold.

The wind is like secondhand smoke

and it lingers on your clothes.

Variations of blacks and blues

are quilted together in the sky.

The stars are like freckles across its nose.

It's a new morning;

Yesterday washed away.

Snowflakes melt into spring rain

and seeds are planted to grow again.

Laughter escapes your lips

and happiness lights your eyes;

now beauty can thrive

through the roots

and through your veins.

Laughter fades away,

The quilt of the night

Bringing an end to day,

The pall of snowflakes

Suffocating, its cold blight

Freezing kisses and lakes,

Pox freckled lovers

No longer huddled together,

Brothers turned against brothers,

No more tea, no more cocoa,

Just desolation to fill the emptiness

That all men know.

It is knitted together by emotions, creating a blanket of trust to be laid over sins. A snowflake of eternity can not grant you life, it will bring you closer to the cold kiss of terror and death, like a grain of tea waiting patiently to be spilled over it's ceramic home. Laughter will go up in smoke as horror advances as a freckle of longing, spreading across you like a flat pancake.