Frail Fingers Poem by Dead Poetic

Slipping through frail fingers,
Fading quickly, grasp to hold on.
Pale aquaintance of the shivering wind,
Will make the heart beat faster.
Shooting stars graze the sky,
But the moon quietly watches with good intent.
Slipping further and further, tries to hold on,
Brilliant light shines as darkness tries to take over.
Flames burst and shake against the ground so cold,
Trees in spring flourish and colour themselves,
Blue skies shine ever vividly.

Shivering wind trembles into oceanic currents,
Shooting stars crash into the changing earth floor, shattering.
Slipped so far down, struggling to breathe,
Darkness overwhelms the birhgtest of all illuminating lights.
Flames cru, ble to ember and melt into the hard ground,
Autumn leaves spin and crash like the one who drowned.
Drowned in the charcoal sky, not a shred of light from the conscience shone.
Washed away with a violent grace,
Tears shall forever fall,
Never to cease.

Slipped through frail fingers,
Nothing to grasp but a faded memory.