Upon the door I knock

Dancing cliff with semi tears has no fears.
Emerald ocean tramples and devours but it will never concur the tiny shoreline.
The whiskey wind stumbles and falls.
Swinging sun fades and slowly crawls.
Ancient words annihilate and infiltrate like a forgotten shrine.
Muddy people catapult themselves across worm holes of hideous stars like petrified spears.

Illusion of the moon sewn cryptic and demure.
Passion petals of the soul pass so very powerful and pure.
Early echoes of winter wave us closer to it’s’ captivating core.
Laughing light proudly glimmers as it sparkles from door to door.

Hello goodbye interwoven one last time.
Love hate drips low and clean creating a savory rhyme.
Peeling away the day unravels the final pieces of our liquid sighs.
The unfailing Truth at last gives us living waters inside our dry and polluted eyes.