Cless-Aurion

It stands grand and tall embroidered with colored glass and carvings, But it is filled with so much empty space. It preaches moral and how to love, But it struggles to follow it's words of wisdom. It watches it people, and does its best to care for them, But it can not care for itself. It sings hymns to lighten hearts But It passes it's empty bowl over the many, begging for offerings of inspiration and affection It gives safety and comfort, fulfills needs and wants, But it prays for someone to notice that's it's bricks are cracked and it's brass is tarnished. It's goes through the motions, striving to be everything expected of it, But

I know these flowers I think of them daily And sometimes when I wave The wave back to me And it feels like the sun Caressing me through the glass To bring them inside here I could never ask We've never touched Or know eachothers fragrance Heard the other's laugh Stood in eachothers presence But I can't help but worry Even though they can't see me I hope that there happy I miss them dearly I remember their colors And the way their petals fold Each with their own beauty Each of them glittering gold Through their endeavors Will they remember me? Sitting behind this glass I miss them dearly

I get into the car, connect my phone to charge, and dissappear. I notice the music isnt playing. How long did it take me to notice? Where am I? I mull over the memory lapse as I stare out the window. The window frames everything like a screen as we race down the curved highway. And I think of quarter slots. Hang on. Everthing is surreal. I'm floating in dark space peering out my glazed eyes like tiny windows on a spaceship. I try to rationalize my sudden vicarious existence. I search for a tether. I know I can't stay like this. I need to find my way back. I flip through songs until I can sing along as if the music were a life line